Dear driver of the tiny little silver BMW that I first encountered at the intersection of 300 E and Main St.,
My therapist told me to start communicating my frustrations to others using lots of “I” and “Me” and “My” statements, to keep confrontations to a minimum. Apparently saying “You” and “Your” too often triggers some people to be become terrifying idiots. So here we go.
Let’s start with the positive. They say 8 positives for every negative.
Well, I don’t have time for that crap today, so I’ll just do one positive and I will hope that any person who hears it (remember, I’m not saying “you”) will hold onto that sucker like a bar of wet soap.
You have a delightfully nice head of hair. Notice I use the word “you” when I deliver a compliment. Some people’s egos like to be stroked. I’m not saying whose.
And now for a little bit of how I feel.
Sometimes it hurts my feelings when I pull up to an intersection and BMW drivers don’t use their blinkers, so I miss my chance to take the only gap in a twelve mile stretch of cards.
Whew. Glad I got that off my chest.
Sometimes, I get frustrated and feel like I’m going to get upset when that same someone waits for the next gap, and without his blinker, turns in front of me just as I’m turning, and flips me the bird as he does.
Wow. This is therapeutic for sure.
Sometimes I have to take a deep breath and remind myself that some people are just inconsiderate idiots and I can’t control everything and everyone around me.
Sometimes I feel a sudden urge to ram my car into the back of little BMWs when they swerve into the bike lane because they are texting, especially when it’s so easy to see what they’re doing because their top is down.
Sometimes I start cursing under my breath and I become somewhat murdery when that same driver misses his turn and cuts off at least nine cars to flip violently around so that he doesn’t have to circle around the block.
Yes, I get frustrated. And sad. And angry. And resentful. And prideful. And irritated. And upset.