And here’s why –
If I’m in the car for an hour and a half, I expect to be on my way to the mountains, to the beach, or going out of town. But a daily commute to work? Come on.
I. hate. my. life.
I know this is going to be an extremely difficult adjustment for me. Today (after the first hour) I started to get really irritated just sitting. Not knowing. My heart started to speed up. My teeth started to clench. My eyes started to cross. My foot started tapping just a little. bit. harder. First gear. Second gear. Third gear. First gear. Second gear.
I popped in a CD I knew I liked singing along to because that would take my mind off the fact that I was just sitting. I didn’t realize that I started almost screaming the lyrics along to the songs.
I hate, hate, hate waiting. Especially when I know that the only reason for the waiting is congestion. I avoid the Christmastime shopping malls. I avoid large crowds if I can help it. I’ve always made other people drive to concerts because I hate the long wait at the end for everyone to shuffle out of the parking lot.
And, since I know the traffic isn’t going to get better, I don’t know what to do. I know myself, and I’ve gone 23 years as the impatient, easily-angered person that I am (in my defense, it’s in my blood). This is going to be like quitting smoking for some people. Maybe I need anger management? Maybe I need a hypnotist? Maybe I need to just get knocked up and stay around the house cleaning? (I keep throwing that out as an option, maybe I should stop, or else it’ll really happen, ha).
I don’t know. I’m going to sit and fume for now.