I go the speed limit. Sometimes slightly less, sometimes slightly more (within 5 mph). The slightly more is illegal. It could get me a speeding ticket. It hasn’t yet, likely because everyone around me is going at least 10 over. At all times, every part of the day.
And the way people drive you’d think that the other drives hate me, perhaps if you were driving near me you’d hate me too. And if that’s you, you really need to chill.
Not ride on my bumper. I still remember my daughter’s scream from a fender-bender a few years ago. Car was speeding and not paying attention. Was deemed their fault but my old car that my grandparents gave me – that was payed off – was destroyed and I now am down $200 a month making payments on a “new” vehicle. Thanks.
People like some of you cause unnecessary anxiety. It’s because of the assholes – and maybe you are one of them – that ride on my bumper and then pass me when I’m about to make a turn anyway, speed by me, then flick me the bird. The rage in their eyes is as if I had killed their beloved dog, or slept with their wife or dared – heaven forbid – to try to avoid expensive speeding tickets.
I used to speed a lot. I used to always be late for things. Then a few years ago, to combat my anxiety over being late, I decided to allow my schedule more breathing room. Deciding to shoot for being early for things and – because I underestimate the amount of time it takes to get somewhere – I end up being on time.
I’m never later. Never. Not anymore.
And most of the time when I drive at a reasonable pace I feel peace. Not clutching the wheel angrily. Sure, sometimes I get annoyed at slower drivers, but there is peace in just enjoying the moment. The good weather, and if bad weather the music, or sometimes just being alone with my thoughts and feelings.
Maybe if more people planned better they could feel that peace too. But, no. Rush, rush, rush. And being alone with your thoughts and emotions…blech. That would be uncomfortable and maybe you’d realize how much of an asshole you are being.
You might have to confront your life and wonder why you are so angry and have the desire to kill people who have done nothing wrong, over driving, of all things.
Maybe you wouldn’t have to see the sanctimonious look on my face when I get to the light before you and pass you by, even going at my snail’s pace. Stop putting my life in danger. Back the fuck up.