What irks you? I am sure that you have all kinds of answers in your head. Is it when your kids don't clean up? No? What about when your grocery store is out of your favorite item? No? Oh! How about when the someone chews with their mouth open? The point of this is not for me to guess all the things that irk you. Rather, it's to demonstrate that we all have things that pluck our nerves and they vary wildly.
I seemed to be a bit more irritable than normal today. What annoyed me the most was having to share the road with inconsiderate or uneducated drivers.
This morning, it was a lady that sped up to get in front of me before two lanes merged into one. After she successfully was in front, she proceeded to slow down. Yep, she slowed down! WTF!? Why do people do this!? It's ONE friggin' car length! If you wanted to drive that slowly to begin with, why the hell was it SO damn important to race in front of me?!?!?!
Then this evening, just trying to turn into my own neighborhood became a dare-devil of a game. I'm in the left turn lane that turns into my development. About 20 feet away from the intersection, a guy pulls out of my neighborhood into the middle of the intersection! Seriously?! I had to swerve in order to miss him. I'm obviously not going that fast at this point, so it's not like we were near death, but still... If I hadn't of swerved, we would have collided.
We are not driving matchbox cars here, people! This is real life, with real people inside each vehicle!
The incident this morning irked me. The second incident fanned the flames of fury.
Why did these incidents get to me?
I value kindness and common courtesy. I also appreciate rules. Some would call me a "rule-follower." I think I've determined that the incident this morning felt rude, which is why it bothered me. I would have been completely fine if that driver sped up to get in front of me and then kept going at that same rate of speed! Go ahead! Be my guest! But to make such an effort to get in front of me, without considering the impact to me and other drivers behind me felt slimy and bad-mannered. And this evening's encounter infuriated me because it was neglectful and just plain dangerous!
Now, you'll never catch me saying I'm a perfect driver. I make mistakes. When I do, I try my bet to make some kind of gesture to the nearby driver that noticed or could have been impacted. It's the best I can do when we're in separate vehicles.
Maybe both these folks just made mistakes too. Maybe they don't make a habit out of bad driving. I just have to try harder at thinking this in the moment. It would do a world of good for my nerves.
Be open to what comes.