Yesterday I really flipped out while driving home. Some dude in the car in front of me stopped in the middle of the road to let a bunch of people make their turns out of a parking lot. No big deal...except one of the people coming out of the parking lot wouldn't fit into the lane until the light changed. So the dipshit just sat there, perpendicular in the lane, blocking traffic, while he waited for the light to turn. I freaked. I rolled down my window and started yelling at the guy to back his fucking car up back into the parking lot and wait his turn. He tried to ignore me at first but when I opened my door and made as if to get out he finally saw a hole and accelerated into it.
Not 4 minutes later, I was merging onto 405 at Canyon Park. Anybody who is familiar with traffic flow in the area knows that traffic usually slows down near the ramps. As I was about to merge, the car behind me speeds up and closes the gap between him and the car in front of me; deliberately preventing me from merging. So here I am, driving on the shoulder and trying to merge while this mouth-breathing knuckle dragger is intentionally preventing me from merging. I lost it. I rolled down my window and started yelling "Let me the fuck in, asshole!" and started swerving as if I was going to ram him. He didn't get the hint so I threw a can of soda at his car and found another gap. I wanted to do more but I had precious cargo.
I'm usually a "live and let live" type of person. In fact, I'm usually pretty passive but, for some reason lately, I've gone to the other polar extreme. The more I think about it the more I reveal that the reason is my own self-loathing.