Okay, I know that Los Angeles is a difficult town. I get it, but I have to come down here for work quite regularly, but I think I am frazzled!
In order to survive the highways and "rats in a dryer" syndrome, I intentionally make myself the mellowist driver on the road. Keep the speeds manageable; if someone pulls something stupid or dangerous and I am still breathing, I keep cool and say, "Uncle". I'd rather not get shot over road rage...anyway,
Today just got to me. After about the sixth dumb&& texting while driving and doing something dangerous, and other such irritants I find myself just totally wound and short.
I head back home (Santa Barbara) in a few days, and work has me in a very nice hotel, so I shouldn't complain, but anyone else just try to be mellow, only to find ten million idiots all conspiring to make your blood pressure race to Deep Water Horizon levels?
That is all!
In order to survive the highways and "rats in a dryer" syndrome, I intentionally make myself the mellowist driver on the road. Keep the speeds manageable; if someone pulls something stupid or dangerous and I am still breathing, I keep cool and say, "Uncle". I'd rather not get shot over road rage...anyway,
Today just got to me. After about the sixth dumb&& texting while driving and doing something dangerous, and other such irritants I find myself just totally wound and short.
I head back home (Santa Barbara) in a few days, and work has me in a very nice hotel, so I shouldn't complain, but anyone else just try to be mellow, only to find ten million idiots all conspiring to make your blood pressure race to Deep Water Horizon levels?
That is all!