I cannot help but be consumed about the unnatural state that is created with my rational mind in regards to how I subsist in traffic, how I interact with other community members, and the general mind set and philosophies that pervade my driving experience.
…………………how everyone thinks they own the space… like the imaginary buffer of the buckled metal frame is some untouchable force and it emits a field that dents the free space around the car….. and makes it your own. When someone merges just a wee bit too close…. you go ballistic – it isn’t about safety so much as, “WHAT GIVES THEM THE RIGHT TO ENCROACH ON YOUR ARENA? Don’t tread on me PAL.”
What is the nature of driving that, if anyone else does it… they are insane, while when I do it I am in complete control. The nature of narcisissim and holding a cell phone… or the utter idiocy that makes us lunatics when watching the empty and gradual fluxoming and buoyant chicanery of floating from lane to lane, amiss of the world and incompetent as driver…. unawares and it only serves to make you angrier…. their vacuousness is the foot on your speed pedal of rage.
Every moment there are more cars…. every single second another 100 hit the road. Or 500. Who knows….
virtually nascent difference in arrival time… everyone jockeys for position like the flood water breaks through the damn onto the freeway and people position themselves like agitated molecules in the stream that force themselves ahead and find themselves one car length closer to oblivion.