Sometimes lately I think to myself that I've grown so much but i've really only taken baby steps. Today while driving past the Lighthouse I honked my horn at a cab that was pulling out of Raceway into my lane. He sarcastically honked back and I not-so-sarcastically flipped him off. He returned the digit. As I pulled into the WaWa parking lot for coffee I flipped him off again. He pulled over on Bridge St and yelled at me "What's your problem?"
"You almost fucking hit me, idiot!"
"I saw your punk-ass, bitch" he shouted.
As I do, I immediately lost my sanity and yelled "I'm a bitch? I'll bitch slap you motherfucker"
I guess he said something and slowly kept driving. I pulled into a spot waving my hands.
What was I going to do, fight him? I would have been badly brusied, I'm guessing.
He was wearing a Yankees hat. I imagined asking him: "Are you a real fan or do you think the hat just looks cool?" As if he said he was a real fan would have made me spare him my wrath.
Fucking ridiculouos. People get killed like this. And it's a stupid way to look for trouble in a world where trouble is not hard to find.
I've really been working at my humility lately but this road rage shit is out of control. I think it's so easy to fly into a rage on the road because you know you're relatively safe in the car and you can release your inner anger at - whatever - onto a real person, which always feels so good. I guess.
Dumb.
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