Yesterday, stuck in the usual clog of traffic getting onto 95/128n off the Mass Pike I passed by irritated drivers, slumped over their steering wheels in agony. There was the usual battle to of who can merge first where drivers ignore the attempts of those beside them to get into the lane. I am guilty of being a passive-aggressive participant in this game from time to time.
I started wondering to the tune of angry horn honking: Is all this negative energy worth it? If we are granted our wish of surpassing the cars
next to us we're only .08776 seconds ahead then we would have been. What's the point of getting stressed out over something that is, for the most part, out of our reins?
Annoyance is inevitable. But why bother fan the flames when we can use the time to, oh I don't know, relax?
Oh, but who relaxes anymore? Everything nowadays is push, push, shove, shove, bitch, bitch, moan, moan.
I started wondering to the tune of angry horn honking: Is all this negative energy worth it? If we are granted our wish of surpassing the cars
next to us we're only .08776 seconds ahead then we would have been. What's the point of getting stressed out over something that is, for the most part, out of our reins?Annoyance is inevitable. But why bother fan the flames when we can use the time to, oh I don't know, relax?
Oh, but who relaxes anymore? Everything nowadays is push, push, shove, shove, bitch, bitch, moan, moan.
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