Day 339 - Buttsniffers
Three facts of life:
Emotions aren't facts
People are complicated
Nouns don't describe people very well
When I'm angry, when I'm raging, I tend to try and make things simpler than they are.
"What a jerk! "
That's for the guy who has been stuck behind me in traffic for the last two hours and who STILL thinks riding my bumper is going to make traffic go faster.
I don't really have any other way to describe him; the only way he stands out is by his behavior.
If I thought it through I might realize that he probably has other things stressing him out above and beyond the commute.
But I'm not thinking, either. The stress has my forebrain sulking and on strike. My hindbrain, that gnarly old reptile, is all too willing to take over.
... mate? no...
... food! no...
... then must be enemy!...
"WHAT A JERK!"
People are complicated. Traffic isn't, it's just obnoxious and deadly and necessary.
People aren't Nouns.
I can do better than that. I can stop sulking and go on living and loving life and all its expressions, including those manifested two inches behind my hairy ass in traffic. :sigh: