Road Rage in LA

The biggest culture shock I received when I returned to LA wasn’t the fine-ass hotties strolling the streets of Abbot Kinney, Sunset Blvd., and the boardwalk; it was the narcissism of this town.  I first noticed it when I hopped in the car with a girlfriend and she almost immediately started slamming on her horn and cussing at the drivers around her as if they were personally seeking a vendetta with her. 

It kind of looked like this.

Let’s consider that for a moment.  Can you honestly think a place like Los Angeles County with a population of 10 million people is filled with ladies and gents who are purposely trying to piss you off?  Do you think George got in his car this morning and thought “I can’t WAIT to senselessly attack that Patricia bitch with my absentmindedness while she’s driving her car to work, she deserves it.”  People, do you HONESTLY think someone else’s bad driving has anything to do with you?   It has nothing do with you. 

How is this any less dangerous?  

Sure, it’s not cool that I swerved into your lane, or forgot to use my blinker or pulled out in front of you, but I’m telling you it has nothing do with you; it has to do with me having 1,000 other things on my mind, or nothing on my mind and making an honest mistake.  It happens.  Next time someone does something frustrating and you feel like taking out some passive aggressive action on them, ask yourself “did they do that for the sole purpose of upsetting me?” (Hint: no) then, give the situation 5 seconds.  I assure you whatever vehicular crime they have committed against you will be over.  Proceed in peace. 

Maybe also consider applying this technique to any situation when a stranger ever does anything to make you angry.  Just a thought; the world is not out to get you, it is out to seek happiness.   

You may have been yelling at this person while she was on her way to awesomeness.

Or this person...