random thoughts about random things

I understand you’re nervous. If we go too fast you could fall off, there might be a crash, or perhaps a loss of control. I know, I know, these are the things that can happen, and the only way to prevent it as best we can is to go slow, take care, have patience. If we move too fast, there will be less room for errors. Too many obstacles that will throw us off as they suddenly emerge on the road ahead, and not enough time to react.

Me, I’ve been there. Everything was painted rosy and red, I was cruising along at a pace I enjoyed, I had not a care in the world because everything seemed perfect. Sure, I looked to the sides, and I gave some thought to what was ahead, but there’s always some detail that throws a kink in your life and everything grinds to a halt, things turn upside down. Maybe going a bit slower would have been a good idea.

Because, right now I’m with you, and it seems I’m stuck with you for the time being. There’s not a damn thing I can do about it, since every time I try to do something about it you get all hellbent about preventing me. I plan ahead, I goad, hint, try and try and keep trying to make you understand what I want, that what’s going on isn’t acceptable for me. So why can’t you understand? Why do you insist on going at your own leisurely pace, completely oblivious of me?

I know, I know, you’re afraid. There might be a check-point up ahead where reality calls, calling to tell you that everything’s been a dream and that it’s time to wake up and smell reality. That’s not a pleasant image, it’s a cost few are keen on paying, an experience you want to avoid, and it will haunt you for some time to come as well if it happens. If it happens. The chances are slim. They are there, they exist, those chances, but it’s not something you should permit to worry you for every second. You can plan these things, give a small push every now and then, even take a chance. Dive in, dare.

Or you could show some understanding. See things my way. Understand that I am getting frustrated with our situation, that there’s a breaking point, even for me. I’ve been playing your game for a long time now, and it’s not enough, just not enough. You’re too inconsiderate, and I’m losing all my understanding for your neurotic ways, or fear, even your inability to take risks, risks I just don’t see. There’s something called being too careful, taking too much time, being too slow. So please, let me go, because this is obviously not working out. Because, I’m getting furious …

… because driving as slow as 60Kmph in an 80-zone with 7 CARS BEHIND YOU MEANS YOU NEED TO TAKE THE FUCKING HINT YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT!

The traffic in the other lane prevented any drive-by’s, where I need to point out that I was actually imagining pulling out an automatic weapon to do some serious driving-by-guns-blazing, I even contemplated, for a few seconds, ramming the bastard’s ass. Hey, I wouldn’t do that, but the images, followed by a certain amount of satisfaction, flashed through my head.

Any possibility to get by this sack of turd was foiled by incoming cars, no way in hell that we’d dare to try squeezing in there. We were impatient, but not suicidally so. To make things worse, the asshole actually sped up in most of the sections where getting past would be possible. I’m pretty sure someone called the police, or at the very least thought of it, charging the shithead for provocation with death as a possible outcome.

I respect that there are slow drivers. It’s not my call to tell you that you’re slow and diss you for that. I hate unnecessarily slow driving, and I dislike slow driving where there’s not a hindrance in sight. Shit, it’s your life, my life, and we’ll hopefully never have to clash.

On the other hand… ********************** P.O.S. morons that can’t pull to the side pisses me off (obviously)! It’s not often I contemplate murder, but yesterday was an occasion where it crossed my mind, mostly in gangsta-style drive-by’s, the way I got to do it in GTA: San Andreas.

Which reminds me that I’ll probably be doing some venting there later today as Carl Johnson, shooting up the hood, feeling a bit better. There’s easter holidays coming up too!

Happy easter folks, remember to bring your patience for the holiday queues, and think happy thoughts.

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