Road rage

I had my second road rage invitation in 2 weeks this morning. First was a 60 something year old woman with a HEAVY babbelaas at the friday coffee. She was so asleep she pulled straight in front of another biker in the parking lot. When i confronted her all i got was swear words and threats.
This morning, some iodiot in a red volvo was plaing with his radio and changing lanes same time, when i revved his world he was also full of threats, swear words and an open invitation to go have fisticuffs.

The only way to describe (IMHO) the people in cages who try be quick in rush hour traffic is wankers. It really is so similar in so many ways.

What saddens me is the violence ... the anger ... fustration. It rather accurately reflects myself.

I am the problem. As much as all the rest. My living here with all these other people and trying to have the same things they do. The same space, resources, and so on. And having a job every day, going to lubricate the wheels of industry with our soul .... It just overwhelms you.

So is it world at large that is all angry, or just me imposing my own failings on it?

Both i would think .... i would also think i'd know better than them. But of course ... i don't ... and reinforce my belief that ALL people are problems that should be solved immediately.