Tightly Wound
Sometimes I feel like I need to rip a hypothetical rod out of my ass. I get ridiculously upset with blatantly intentional reckless driving in this city. It's far from the first time I've bore witness to people sitting in a "turn only" lane, only to gun it at green to get ahead of traffic. Between that, the unwarranted running of reds and the blatant disregartd for cell phone etiquette (even by our fair police forces), I just want to lose it!
I wouldn't be so concerned in most cases, but it pushes me to the urge of wanting to yell at the offending culprit. Not only that, it makes me an unnecessarily aggressive driver. I want to run them off the road, or give them a taste of their own medicine to show them how screwed they can get.
I know some people tell me to quit being concerned with the person I want to become and simply be the person I am. This isn't exactly one of those cases where I want to exercise that.
For now, I'll just have to hope the crazy lady (I may be presumptuous in this assumption) here in the laundromat quits ranting about DNA tests so vehemontly, and I can just wind/cool down while folding my laundry once it's dry.
I wouldn't be so concerned in most cases, but it pushes me to the urge of wanting to yell at the offending culprit. Not only that, it makes me an unnecessarily aggressive driver. I want to run them off the road, or give them a taste of their own medicine to show them how screwed they can get.
I know some people tell me to quit being concerned with the person I want to become and simply be the person I am. This isn't exactly one of those cases where I want to exercise that.
For now, I'll just have to hope the crazy lady (I may be presumptuous in this assumption) here in the laundromat quits ranting about DNA tests so vehemontly, and I can just wind/cool down while folding my laundry once it's dry.
