This has been a bad week to be a commuter.
Crowded freeways in a major metropolitan center. Stress over all the shit that’s happened recently. You really have to take a breath sometimes and just say “all that’s important is that I get there safely” and try and motor along in a sane manner.
I’ve tried to figure this out before, why normally rational people do stupid stuff in their car they’d never do in person. I think it’s the degree of anonymity a vehicle affords. I can’t say I’m guilt free either and that bothers me.
Something else bothers me. I tagged the shit out of a guy on the way to work today. Not with my bumper. With my fist. I lost it. damn.
damn.
damn.
damn.
I’m a better person than that and now I feel like shit. Yes, he deserved it. It wasn’t just the mongo pick-up getting on my ass on an entrance ramp leading up to completely stalled traffic. It wasn’t leaving his brights on when I at first politely tapped my brakes. The horn kinda started my resolve to make a statement. For fuck’s sake the damn freeway’s shut down because some other moron was overly impatient and caused an accident.
I’d never confronted another motorist before but this sumbitch needed a decency lesson. With Pop Tart in hand I got out of my car and told the impatient bastard to back off. Again, it wasn’t because of driving like an asshole, it was because the rude fucker, after all this, stuck his fucking finger in my face and said fuck you.
damn.
I’ve had it with rude people. Right now I’ve never had more conviction that we all need to try and get along, to cut each other some slack, to put petty differences aside. And I let all that go out the window.
I hope his fucking cheekbone swells up like a peach. I hope he can pull my fucking knuckleprint off for identification. And I hope he thinks twice before being such a goddamn agressive fuck on the road again.
But I’m really fucking sorry I lost it. I don’t want to become someone like him. (Yes, he was bigger than me. I still have some standards.)
Shit.
And I said it had been a bad week? Last Friday I saw a trucker in a fit of rage fire a starter’s pistol at a car in stop 'n go traffic. I called the police but sweet Jesus, it fucking freaked me out. All I could think of after was just that I wanted to get home and see my kid. I had no idea if this lugnut was going to go ballistic on all of us and I just wanted to get as far away from his bile as possible. And now this.
Shit again.
Where’s my fuckin’ bike.