I may have a teensy bit of road rage. Just a little bit. Um, okay, maybe I have a mild form of road rage. I guess I should admit to it. I am ugliest when I drive. I’m not a dangerous driver–don’t get me wrong. Ever since I started driving long distances (i.e.: to/from college; work in Fairfield, OH one summer), I’ve begun to become irritated with other drivers.
Driving home, today, I was at it again. I was driving the speed limit or below some of the way, about five over much of the way and only caught myself going too fast once. Pretty much my usual. I simply couldn’t understand why every single person on the road couldn’t be going the same speed as me. In my mind, it makes no sense to drive at a speed below the limit. Right? I was devising some sort of magnetic driving system which would enable all of us to travel at the same speed in our cars once we got on the interstate. It’s genious, really. I think I heard something about it when I was in elementary school and we were talking about how, in the future, we were going to run out of oil and oil prices would skyrocket.
I digress. As I was saying, I had decided everyone should drive the same way. Like robots.
Then I sort of snapped back to reality, remembering that I appreciate individuality and love that we’re all different. I love that our skin is different colors and we wear different colors of hair (even pink and blue); I enjoy learning from others about their interests. I love that not everyone walks the same, talks the same. I enjoy watching people interact with one another and I smile when I recognize the way my friend’s daughter carries herself the same way her mother does while one of her sons seems to carry himself the exact way his father does.
I digress again.
See, there are different types of cars and drivers just as there are different types of people. And, like driving on an open freeway, when we walk with other members of the human race, some of us will go faster than others; some will have nicer outter appearances than others; some will be angry; some will follow behind too closely; others will move slowly, causing us to become impatient and maybe even angry. At the worst of times, there will be accidents–some terrible, some minor. Some people die inside, while others will experience minor exterior damage, which they will carry with them for years to come.
So, maybe I should think more about all of these things when I’m driving on the freeway and when I’m walking with my fellow human beings. We all should.
Just a little food for thought.
everyone should drive the same way
beauty of the fact we’re not robots