my rant of the day

i don't get it.

i seem to be starting most posts with a statement, a singular sentence to make my point, and then go back to deliberate on it. my writing stance, my style, my flow, all different from a couple of months ago. i guess an individual's writing style reflects the person's mood. so, what does this say about my present mood? i have absolutely no idea. my psychoanalysis has only arrived thus far.

anyway, this isn't what i don't get. i don't get women drivers. bitchy women drivers. not all women drivers are bitchy. some, like moi, are pretty, cute, considerate, nice...we can be here all day with the adjectives. those that don't consider they fall into the bitchy category, don't be offended. if you think you are, please submit yourself for some mind-altering surgery because you need serious help.

explanation: every morning, the main road (well, not so main, but main in the estate) around here is very jammed. bumper to bumper, moving but slow. usually, my destination involves cutting across this road to go to the opposite direction. without fail, there will always be cars that refuse, absolutely refuse, to leave a small gap so that others from the road perpendicular to it can cut across. even when the traffic is not flowing, and they have no where else to go but crash into the bumper of the cars in front. their devils' horns will pop out and they will pretend to look right, left, up, down but flatly refuse to acknowledge your presence, step on the gas pedal to...what? join the queue in front faster? to not leave a microscopic gap so that even small ants can't squeeze past? let's deny ants the right to cross the street!! it's not like we, the perpendicular drivers, are trying to beat their queue or steal their spot. we are just passing through. this is the 'if i can't go anywhere, you can't go anywhere either' mentality. let's get stuck in this shit together, and u can stare daggers into my face for another 5 more minutes to see whether i have any open pores or horns sticking out of my head.

i understand those who are in a hurry and refuse to let others pass when the road ahead is clear and the traffic is moving fast. but hello? why are you in hurry to kiss the butt of the other car? i can't stand to be away from the smelly carbon monoxide the othe car is emitting even for one millisecond! i love my carbon monoxide! breathe! breathe! what do you think is going through their head when i glare at them, or raise hands and legs in reprimanding gestures to them? ooo, i want to stay and watch this woman dancing breakdance in her car. i'm not going to let her through. what is there to lose? definitely not time, not goodwill, not petrol, not anything i can think of. will they die if they let me through? hah! wimps!! you let a driver through!! take away ten points! grrrrrr, i steam in frustration, purely from the fact that i can't possibly understand their motives, and therefore can't emphasise with their lack of cranial grey matter.

and without fail, you will find that most of these inconsiderate drivers are women. why? why why tell me why? are women less magnanimous? are women more vengeful? i, for one, don't believe in it. look at me. i'm a fine specimen of the female species, at least i think so. women are carers of the next generation, for goodness sake. without empathy, without lovingness, without generosity, without caring, these next generation are doomed! we'll be having a whole new population of selfish car-butt-stickers.

how scary! argggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!