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You would think that dealing with something on a daily basis would make it easy. Or at the very least, calming; a reprieve from all the crazy things that happen—or don’t—in the working world. Such were the thoughts of one Mr. Roe as he flicked on his turn signal and started looking for an opening in the slightly-faster lane he wanted to pull into. Eventually, someone was nice enough to slow down and let him in. He offered the driver a wave as he hastily turned the wheel, angling his vehicle out of the immobilized line of cars before just as hastily straightening out to follow his new path. Or rather, the same path, but slightly displaced.
Mr. Roe counted himself fortunate that he had never been in an accident. That he had never been exposed to road rage in anything other than the occasional 90-miles-an-hour speed demon which passed him, signalless, his own car nothing but a stubborn obstacle. Yet it was not as though he didn’t know that such events occurred, that people acted very inappropriately to one another on the road, often in dangerous ways. The question he asked was “Why?”
Red lights, foot angles left, pushes down with the ball of the foot. Why does the rage co0me out on the road. Everyone who drives knows that there are other people in those cars, right? How is it that two layers of metal and glass make people view each other as obstacles, or as malicious, or just plain stupid? The barrier is not really so thin, is it? It feels like a very enclosed space, but people can still see the other drivers. Well, sometimes. Lights turn off, foot lifts, angles right, pushes down slowly.
Was it so difficult to just remind oneself in the morning that we’re all still people? The person—red lights, foot lifts, angles left, pushes down with the ball of the foot sharply. Slight lurch—in the car in front of behind you is just that: A person. Why is that so easy to—lights turn off, foot angles right, lights turn back on, foot angles back to the left, pushes down with the ball of the foot. Orange light starts flashing to the right. Red and blue flashing lights in distance of rear view mirror—forget?
Mr. Roe counted himself fortunate that he had never been in an accident. That he had never been exposed to road rage in anything other than the occasional 90-miles-an-hour speed demon which passed him, signalless, his own car nothing but a stubborn obstacle. Yet it was not as though he didn’t know that such events occurred, that people acted very inappropriately to one another on the road, often in dangerous ways. The question he asked was “Why?”
Red lights, foot angles left, pushes down with the ball of the foot. Why does the rage co0me out on the road. Everyone who drives knows that there are other people in those cars, right? How is it that two layers of metal and glass make people view each other as obstacles, or as malicious, or just plain stupid? The barrier is not really so thin, is it? It feels like a very enclosed space, but people can still see the other drivers. Well, sometimes. Lights turn off, foot lifts, angles right, pushes down slowly.
Was it so difficult to just remind oneself in the morning that we’re all still people? The person—red lights, foot lifts, angles left, pushes down with the ball of the foot sharply. Slight lurch—in the car in front of behind you is just that: A person. Why is that so easy to—lights turn off, foot angles right, lights turn back on, foot angles back to the left, pushes down with the ball of the foot. Orange light starts flashing to the right. Red and blue flashing lights in distance of rear view mirror—forget?
Another flash writing, done on the Light Rail. I out-and-out requested a subject from a random stranger ('cause I'm coole with that), and he said traffic, so...yeah.
There's an intended message towards the ende—hence whye I marked it as philosophical—which I came up with about halfway through writing it. See if you can figure it out. ;D
There's an intended message towards the ende—hence whye I marked it as philosophical—which I came up with about halfway through writing it. See if you can figure it out. ;D
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