Monday, July 1, 2013

Road Rage, Shame and Freedom

My wife honked her horn, a light tap, aimed at the car in front of her today to remind him that the light had turned green.

The guy immediately became upset and carried it with him down the road, looking over at us, arms flailing with an angry face, as if she had just punched him in the stomach and ran away.

I probably would have reacted similarly to the angry guy in that moment, reacting with a "Have a little patience," or "Screw you, I'm going." The thing I've learned is that these moments are so silly, so arbitrary, that they must be triggering something deeper inside of us.