(For this to make sense, you’ll have to read last week’s post, a simple quote from The Grapes of Wrath.)

“That terrible action is why I perform this terrible action.”  That’s what you tell yourself.  You might be right; not excused, just correct.  When it comes to pain, anger, hatred or any other negative life experience we all look for reasons that will explain why we are the way we are or do the things we do.  We all have some pretty unsettling corners of our lives; the dark, quiet ones.

There has to be a reason why:

I drink too much.  I tell lies.  I work too much.  I don’t work.  I over-eat.  I make myself throw up.  I visit certain websites.  I’m addicted to facebook.  I sleep around.  I withhold myself from my spouse.  I judge everyone around me.  I’m greedy.  Whatever…

The road was busy, and I had been tailgated for seven miles.  I know this because I had been counting.  There was a line of cars in front of me.  We weren’t in a hurry; it was Saturday and the to-do list was mostly done.  That’s when it all began.  Tailgator crossed the double yellow into oncoming traffic in order to get one car ahead of me in the line up.  I slammed on the brakes and moved as far as I could to the right so that the poor fellow in the opposite lane could live to see Sunday.

this is not a photo from actual events described in this blog post.

What an idiot.  Then she does it again.  Double yellow, motor cycle in the oncoming lane and she pulls out right in front of him and passes one car in order to be next in line.