A Debate with the Road Rage Version of Myself

Or how to regain command of the inner discourse

This is what happens when I get stuck in traffic

Nothing incites anger within me like waiting in lines, but traffic most of all. Unlike in a line, I can’t just walk out and give up on the thing I'm waiting for. I'm physically stuck inside of a vehicle.

And when I'm sitting there inside of this metal box, surrounded by other boxes on all sides, I shake my head at the malevolence of the universe for causing my present condition; I think of all the other things I’d rather be doing; I curse the stupidity of the shoulders and backs of heads that I can see through windows and around seat backs.

No matter how I begin the drive, my mood radically changes the moment I come to a full stop in the middle of a highway. And when it’s all over, I walk away in amazement at the monster I became as if had n…