When I drive on the roads in LA, most of the drivers on the road drive me crazy. My blood pressure rises, I get instant headaches, and my thoughts are filled with nothing good to say about drivers I consider being crazy! I am one of those people who take as much as I can, but when I drive I loose it! The “it” didn’t happen suddenly. It is as a result of the abuse I am subjected to on the roads I help to pay for! I loose my patience with the crazies, that put me at risk, and have me mapping a diagram in my head of how to navigate my way through a bed of insanity until I get to my destination!
As I the defensive driver merge slowly, and watch the people I now think are raging lunatics, my headache worsens. I feel my chest tighten, and my breathing is labored. Everything in my body is restricted and I wonder if I will live to get to my destination. Will I stop breathing? I literally say a prayer for protection from those suffering from PTDS (Pre and Post Traumatic Driving Syndrome) and reluctantly try to continue on my way. I wonder if my entire commute will be like this, and it always is.
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