Dealing with spring time road rage
Observations of a News Editor
By Dustin White
With all of the joys that spring brings, there are also some drawbacks. One in particular seems to be bad drivers.
Throughout the winter, it becomes necessary for people to be a bit more aware of their driving, as the conditions are more hazardous. Once the snow and ice melts though, that previous cautions seems to be thrown out the window.
Maybe it’s just me, or maybe I’m out driving more now that the roads are clear, but it seems to have become a daily occurrence that someone cuts me off.
We’ve all been there, just driving down a strip of road when all of sudden some maniac comes flying out of nowhere. Many of us have probably even been that maniac. Each time it happens, I can feel that rage build up inside me.
It’s a natural feeling; someone just put our lives in danger. There is nothing wrong with getting a bit angry.
Now that I’m a father, I’ve learned that I have to deal with that anger in a different manner. Now, I’ve never been one to participate in actual road rage. While I am a big guy, I’m not sure if I got out of my car and started running towards another vehicle that fear is what I would inspire.
Nor am I one to scream profanities to “give people the bird.” For me, it just does not feel right. Instead, I’m the type of person who has a progressively louder conversation with the car that just cut me off. It always starts off with the same question, “really, did that sucker fool just cut me off?” Like I said, I’m not one to use profanity.
Having a child though, I can’t do that any longer. While I don’t curse, I don’t want my son calling anyone a “sucker fool” either. I also don’t want my son thinking that I’m crazy. After all, I’m yelling at a car in front of me.
It’s not like I don’t get angry anymore, I’ve just figured out different ways to deal with it. Part of it is just blowing it off. It happens, and while it can be dangerous, I’d hope the person wasn’t purposely putting us both into a potentially hazardous situation.
Mistakes happen, and hopefully people learn from them. Maybe they need a little horn blaring behind them to help them get the lesson. Hopefully they begin paying more attention before something serious does occur.
In the end though, relatively, it’s nothing but a little thing. As people, we also need to learn now to sweat the small stuff. Sure, it can be frustrating, or even down right infuriating. But does it truly matter in the long run? I don’t think so.
Being a father has made me consider this perspective all that much more. I’m supposed to set a good example for him, and having the equivalent of a temper tantrum over something small really isn’t the way I should be heading.
So here’s hoping that the small things in life don’t get you down … and that maniac drivers don’t cross your path.