Road Rage

I love road rage.

I love-more than road rage-things getting out of control to the point of absurdity. Like the dragon son thing, and situations like that. I love road rage first of all because I’m an ANGRY FUCKING PERSON. Second, it CAN get out of control. I can’t wait for certain things to happen, like the day when civilians can buy tanks (or, MORE can anyway) and drive them on the road, because that would take road rage to a whole new level. Someone cuts you off…FUCKING BLOW THEM UP. Great.

Have you ever been cut off by someone or had someone be rude to you on the road, and so you flipped them off. But then you come to a red light, and they pull up RIGHT NEXT TO YOU? Ugh, AWKWARD. Totally freaking awkward. You also should be careful, you never know who exactly you can flip off because you never know who exactly has a GUN READY TO CAP YOU. I’ve seen some people do stuff in their cars while driving that TRULY piss me off. I saw a guy driving while shaving, see people on their phones ALL the damn time even though it’s ILLEGAL! I’ve seen women doing their nails or other makeup, people brushing their teeth. I mean, how long is it until a woman gives fucking BIRTH while driving?

Road Rage is invented from the idea that everyone thinks that whatever they’re doing or wherever they’re going is MUCH MORE important than ANYONE else. It’s based around the idea that we all think that we’re better than everyone else. I mean it’s like rush hour in the morning. Some idiot arbitrarily decided that 8 AM was a PERFECT time for EVERYONE to go to work! There’d be no rush hour if there was no RUSH.

Anger. We’re all filled with WAY too much anger caused by daily stress and anxiety, that’s all road rage is. Road rage just boils down to another vat of anger.

But more deadly.

With lots of steel that can crush people.

m@rk