Today was a tiring day. It was a very productive day (which was great!), and the hours actually passed by rather quickly (which was also good) – but at the end of it I was bleary-eyed from looking at a computer screen for the better part of 7 hours, my legs were super-tight from my sitting at a desk all day, and my mind was exhausted from the large quantities of rapid-fire processing it performed (which also wasn’t helped by the fact that I didn’t get enough sleep last night). So while today was a good GSD kind of day (GSD = get “stuff” done), at the end of it I was more than ready to go home.
I was hoping for an easy and quick commute back to my house, but alas, traffic was pretty tied up along the freeway. As I waited my turn to merge into the slow-moving procession of cars, I saw several other vehicles speed past on the too-narrow shoulder, only to force their way into the queue once they were up further in the line (in effect, doing their very best to ‘cheat’ the system). As I saw multiple people perform this selfish act, I thought to myself [in a very irritated tone], “Hey, you, driver! Don’t be a jerk-face!”
And at the moment my head processed the words that my ego had just formed, my heart jumped in to the mix and laughed. What am I, eight years old? “Jerk-face?” What’s next, not touching someone’s pencil for fear of getting “cooties”? And really, I was getting irritated over a 20-second delay? And not just mildly irritated, but honestly, rather pissed off. Over 20 whole seconds. Really? Really?!
Wow. What a silly human I can be some days. As I had this (embarrassing) moment of self-awareness, I just gently shook my head at myself, and smiled. Seriously Stef…