2/17/2005 - Traffic Induced Tourettes

I'm trying hard not to swear as much these days. I'm trying to be more mature and refined as I age, plus I think that I sound stupid when I swear a lot. Whenever I swear, I try to stop myself and apologize to God for letting such filthy, angry words spill out. So, as I drive into work, a hidden microphone would capture this...

"You G* D* F*ER! I... I'm sorry, God. Sorry 'bout that one."

Time passes. I come up on an entrance ramp. The guy getting on the expressway is cautious. Too cautious. Then... "GO, you F*ing Q*! GO, OR I'LL G* YOUR K* and TWIST! TWIST, UNTIL YOU SCREAM R*ING G*! R*ING G*! I'll make you W*! You hear me? W*! AND... oh, man... I'm sorry, God. Sorry again, Dude. Didn't mean it."

More time will pass, and I'll have silently resolved that I will be courteous and tolerant, no matter what transpires. I find myself behind a driver who slows for their exit... by five miles an hour... now ten miles an hour slower... now fifteen miles an hour slower... now, believe it or not, twenty miles an hour slower than we were going a quarter mile back, and we haven't even reached their exit ramp. Tell me what you would do. Me, I say "V*! V*!!! T*ING E* V*!"

I've heard that explosive expressions of anger in certain situations are evidence of repressed anger in other areas of one's life. I don't think I have repressed anger anywhere else, though. I think there are just a lot of people who get on the road and are big L*ing morons.