I had a road rage incident recently that scared me.
Mainly because after all the years of driving and experiencing every kind of foolish transgression possible to experience
I thought I was immune.
I am not immune and I harbor deep wells of anger
Bad day – happens all the time – it doesn’t matter what I was doing or where I was doing it. Enough to say that on this day I was giving it all I had and seemed to be getting nothing but aggravation back.
But this does not make me special or unique- many people have tougher paths to walk and life is not fair
I know this – I embrace this – I live this
There is nothing I can do about it
So somebody passing me on the road just to pass me should not bother this beat-down hombre
But it did
I punched the pedal to catch up to the offender – I did not know that my poor engine could respond like that – I am surprised that it did not blow up –
Then when he/she (I don’t know who was in that pick-up truck of doom) pulled in to a convenient store I almost pulled in right behind them (thankfully, I did not).
So I could go eyeball to eyeball with the offender.
This would have been bad – logically I knew that nothing good could come from this
Logically, I knew that there was nothing I could do about all the bad stuff that happened to me earlier in the day
But on the road I could – two vehicles going mano a mano – I have control and I do matter.
This scared me – because I have not felt this anger for 30 years – not since I was a young nerd/punk at a Clash concert – not since I started to know better.
But when we are beat-down and unable to express it we lash out in other ways —–
I get pro-wresting and looting now – I am not above both if my situation was different.
And all of this got me thinking about Paul Westerberg and how he proclaimed on one summer night when no one was listening.
“Here is one more song —– if anyone cares”
And The Replacements played this classic.
the crowd was not impressed.
But I was.
And still am.
They were just the warm-up band for Tom Petty – who would follow and play for the faithful and I left early. To this day I still don’t like Tom Petty.
I have angst.