Back in the days when I used a car instead of a computer to commute to work, I would often get cut off by some idiot. I’d have a spit second of anger and then laugh and shake my head with the thought, “Some people can’t get through the day without proving what assholes they are. Some even jump on the first opportunity that presents itself.”
I don’t allow other peoples actions to decide how I want to feel. If I get angry, it’s because I chose to. Most times I just get self-righteous, “Boy, I’m sure glad I don’t look like that.”
Back in the days when I used a car instead of a computer to commute to work, I would often get cut off by some idiot. I’d have a spit second of anger and then laugh and shake my head with the thought, “Some people can’t get through the day without proving what assholes they are. Some even jump on the first opportunity that presents itself.”
I don’t allow other peoples actions to decide how I want to feel. If I get angry, it’s because I chose to. Most times I just get self-righteous, “Boy, I’m sure glad I don’t look like that.”