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Why You Gotta Be Like That?

My daughter told me about this great podcast called You've Got Issues with Anna David. The host and guests talk about trivial things that irritate them and then break those little things down to get to the deeper issues behind them. And that is like my absolute favorite thing to do.

So, today, while driving to the airport with my husband, I decide it would be a fantastic idea to listen to the episode in which they discuss obnoxious drivers because this is one of his biggest petty issues. And of course one that I'm always trying to delve deeper into. "Why do you think it bothers you so much when that driver does that? How is it affecting you?" It always comes down to arrogance and a sense of entitlement, but we haven't cracked why those are such triggers. I'm still working on it. 

I also love to point out to him when he does the very things that enrage him if another driver does. Why yes, I am a complete asshole about 75% of the time. He loves me anyway. 

So, we listened to the podcast, laughed, agreed with a lot of what they said, and then I dropped him off and headed home. Let me preface the second half by saying, I rarely get irritated by other drivers' actions. I get irritated by all kinds of stupid petty things but usually driving isn't one. 

Except this one super-petty thing...

Here's the scenario: You're driving along and the person in front of you is going a tad slower than you'd prefer, so you move into the left lane to pass them. They speed up. Okay, cool. So you speed up a little more. They speed up a little more. And the race is on.

Depending on how enlightened I am on a particular day, I react differently to this. Sometimes, I simply get back behind the car. No big deal. I just wanted to go faster and now we're going faster. That is what happened today, by the way, cause I was very zen. 

However, the other day on the 82 bypass between Elm Road and 46--which is now 65 MPH, fyi, for those of you who didn't know--some douche decided that he was going to speed up as I tried to pass him. Whatever, dude, it doesn't call your masculinity in to question if you get passed by a woman. I think nothing of it. In fact, if you'd been going 70, I never would have wanted to pass you. But you were going 60. SIXTY. 

But now you wanna go 70. Cool. Imma go 75. Really? Your little car goes 75? Awesome.  It's on now mofo. I had to accelerate to an unreasonable speed to pass this car, and as I passed him, he flipped me off...and then exited at East Market. Seriously?? SO...his sole purpose in these shenanigans was to keep me from passing him. What. The. Fuck?

Has this happened to you? Are you a person who won't let people pass you? Never mind, I don't want to know if you are, because it will irreparably change my view of you. But seriously, what is going on here? I don't get it. I just don't understand. I don't care if people pass me. It doesn't make me feel inadequate. I never make any judgments about the people I pass. I simply want to go faster. I'm not trying to infringe on your personal space or emasculate you, I just want to go faster than you're currently going. I didn't even think you were an asshole for one second until you started this bullshit. 

Phewwwwwwww......exhaling all that nonsense out and...

Okay, I'm done. It can't always be rainbows and butterflies (heyyyy, Adam) here, I gotta vent occasionally. Thanks for indulging me. What petty issues drive you nuts? I wanna talk about them!


  1. I could care less if people decide to pass me, I'd rather they pass than ride my ass the whole time. I do, however, get very, very aggravated at the drivers who decide their turn signal is only required when they feel the need to warn everyone else on the road that they happen to be turning a different direction. It's a law people! I could have made my turn a whole 10 seconds earlier, had I known you were turning. UGH!

    1. Yep, that is super annoying--especially for me at the end of the bridge on 305.


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