Morning Commute...

I hate traffic. Its a problem that I have to deal with and I know it, but I have some serious adverse effects to it. Maybe they are psychological, but in any case I get crazy. Now it mainly happens when I am driving, but I guess it does affect me when I am a willing passenger. Whenever I get held up by another car, I feel like their actions are a personal affront to my life and well being. I know that sounds dumb, but I just have some screws loose. I am constantly telling people to get out of my way...sometimes even if they aren't impeding my progress, they are actually matching my speed. They may do things I find dumb, like breaking hard on an incline when all it takes is to let off of the accelerator a bit. Silly things.

When the camel man had surgery, I was really stressing out about the traffic I would have to face each day, not once, but twice. I didn't really look forward to the week ahead of me, but I had no choice. Surprisingly, I found that if I traveled at a moderate pace and didn't worry about getting in front of each car, I still got there in the same amount of time with a bit more sanity. Now a key to this happiness is also predicated on what time I leave home and work. Too early and I hit work traffic. Too late and I hit the traffic that's cause by all the weirdos like me who try to avoid traffic. The windows are very tiny and I've become pretty good at hitting them in stride. I feel much happier and less stressed. It also helps that I get to go home to $2 each day. Now don't get me wrong, when a driver is in the left lane going 60 mph and there is nobody in front of them, I still get steamed, but at least I don't have day dreams about running them off the road.