The Problem Is...

The problem with blogging - in my particular case - is that it takes away my time to write in my own journal. And of course I gotta distinguish between the things to put into my journal and the things I want publicly posted.
Well, at least it gets me writing. Which is something I haven't done in way too long of a time.

Was pulling out of a parking spot at Costco yesterday, when I heard an anything-less-than-friendly honk. I stopped, of course, and looked back to find a car about two car-lengths away from my own. No harm there. I wasn't going to hit anyone. And the other car was far away enough to where there was no complication. Then...
I saw that bitch behind the wheel resting her skinny hand rolled up into a fist resting on the steering wheel - with long skinny middle finger sticking way up in the air.

Now this particular day, I was being really agitated with anyone honking their horns at me. Earlier that day some idiot honked at me because I made a right turn into Carl's Jr. parking lot. What the F*#^? That mother F*@^#er should have slowed down. I know my brake light works just fine on my car.
Now anyone who knows me knows that I'm a very relaxed person. And I drive as such. I'm anything but an irrational driver.

That's why when that little bitch with her skinny little finger was flipping me off inside that little civic, probably thinking she can take on the whole F#*&ing world, I punched on my gas. With the car in reverse.
Of course I have enough coutrol, and know exactly the dimensions of my car, to stop right in front of her little bitch mobile.

Once again another honk and a little birdy action inside the civic.

What's wrong with people?
Why the F*^# do you feel the need to honk instead of stopping for a few seconds and letting people out of a parking spot.
You don't win anything by getting ahead of anyone. WTF?!
Why do people feel the need to feel like they're competing with others? Others they don't even know or give a damn about.

And why the F*#^ do people have to piss me off on my day of rest.

My roommate told me once. (he's 36 years old. from a foreign country, here to study.)
He told me once, after he got his car here in the States and started driving around, that people here drive way too fast on the freeways - that he's going around 70mph, and people are passing him. So he decides to floor it and go faster than the guy next to him - going about 80, 85mph.
I just don't get it. You aint a F&#*ing highschool kid. Who the F&#* are you competing with? And for what?

I heard a person say this once. He was talking about our frivilous lifestyle and our quest for image. He said, "We spend all the money - we don't even have. To impress people - we don't even like."