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OK, today's morning was ****ty.
I drove both kids to school. On the penultimate crossing before arriving at home, I have turn left, which is quite difficult there due to traffic. There's a zebra-crossing, and in Austria we have to cede passage to walkers. But not to cyclists, who ought not ride their bike on the sidewalk anyway. OK, there's a cyclist coming from the right and I don't stop. He didn't even have to get off his bike. Still, when driving by behind me, he hits my chassis. I go mad, open my door and shout at him what the **** was wrong with him, without calling him names. He instead did so and continued on his bike on the sidewalk. I hate those guys. So I come to the next crossing, where I have to turn left again. He arrives there at the same time, gets off his bike and lurks provocatively across the zebra.
At that point I'm so extremely mad (my fault) that I block his passage (without endangering him, but sure, that was coertion and one of the less wise things I did in my life). He bumps his cycle with full force into my front door, which is when I get out of the car, arguing. Of course, that situation made me look like a madman, because I was mad at that point. An old man (a neighbor; oh my, will that be uncomfortable) turned up, with two little dogs, joining in with the motherfvcker, who played the lamb. No point to explain the antecedents. Lucky for me, the situation dissolved the "*a$$hole/a$$hole"-way instead of the "I'll sue you" way.
Now I'm at home and incapable to do anything productive because I'm so pissed off. What should I do to concentrate on other things again? Writing the $hit off my soul was my tactics #1.
I drove both kids to school. On the penultimate crossing before arriving at home, I have turn left, which is quite difficult there due to traffic. There's a zebra-crossing, and in Austria we have to cede passage to walkers. But not to cyclists, who ought not ride their bike on the sidewalk anyway. OK, there's a cyclist coming from the right and I don't stop. He didn't even have to get off his bike. Still, when driving by behind me, he hits my chassis. I go mad, open my door and shout at him what the **** was wrong with him, without calling him names. He instead did so and continued on his bike on the sidewalk. I hate those guys. So I come to the next crossing, where I have to turn left again. He arrives there at the same time, gets off his bike and lurks provocatively across the zebra.
At that point I'm so extremely mad (my fault) that I block his passage (without endangering him, but sure, that was coertion and one of the less wise things I did in my life). He bumps his cycle with full force into my front door, which is when I get out of the car, arguing. Of course, that situation made me look like a madman, because I was mad at that point. An old man (a neighbor; oh my, will that be uncomfortable) turned up, with two little dogs, joining in with the motherfvcker, who played the lamb. No point to explain the antecedents. Lucky for me, the situation dissolved the "*a$$hole/a$$hole"-way instead of the "I'll sue you" way.
Now I'm at home and incapable to do anything productive because I'm so pissed off. What should I do to concentrate on other things again? Writing the $hit off my soul was my tactics #1.
Dude, get a First Amendment.
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