I just get sick of people. I sometimes feel like I am the only person who is aware enough of the world around me to notice that people are running red lights, and swerving all over the road. It burns me inside to feel like people aren’t better than they are. What’s the matter with people? How the hell could you not notice that I’m standing here looking at the shelf of jams and jellies. By all means, just step right in front like you own the place. I am becoming invisible. It’s a side effect of being aware. I can find no other explanation for it. The more I become aware of you and how oblivious you are of others around you, the more I fade into the background.
I watched this guy the other day. Engrossed in his conversation on the phone, he was sadly unaware of how far up his nose he had his index finger. I’ll admit the sensation is pleasurable, but why stop there? Why not stick your hand down your pants and give yourself a good squeeze?
Even better was this woman who, while obviously in training for the Daytona 500, was so assertive with the pole position on Redmond Road that she felt there could be no wrong in darting in and out of lanes in order to get to the red light first. And then, after all that hard work, she came to the realization that she was in the wrong lane for where she wanted to go so she stops traffic in order to correct her course. I hate you people.
I used to live near this four-way stop. It gave me ulcers to drive through it, but there was no other way to get out of my neighborhood. Clearly people have forgotten that if you get to the intersection last you have to wait for everyone else to go first. Our “civilization” is demonstrated at this four-way every day. People at the height of evolution and logic. I was tempted on many occasions to just say fuck it and not stop at all. What could be wrong with that? I mean since everyone else gets to rewrite the rules so they can do whatever they want, why can’t I? Why do I have to be the person who follows the rules.
Driving has become an extension of people’s ego and personalities. What more could you do to assert your dominance over others than to wield a 2000 pound automobile like a mallet? Can you feel me here in my car? You go out of your way to make sure I can feel your presence. You play your music so I have no choice but to listen to what you want me to listen to. You flash your bling rims and wallet at me every chance you get. I am subservient to you I should get used to it....
An emotion smolders to life in me. A sublime desire to kill. What would it feel like to put you in your place I wonder. I revel in the idea of making you tremble and apologize for yourself. I can almost taste that power. I want to hurt you badly. You think you're so secure in your lexus or your hummer. But you have forgotten that we are no more than animals when push comes to shove.
But I find I cannot wage war against you, so I take this oath and mutter a warning -
I will key your car every time you park so close to my car that I can hardly get in, trust me on that one. Don’t expect me to be happy for you. Don’t show me your wealth. Don’t push me - I will bite.



