argh...
i was hoping my 1st entry of the new year was going to be a good one. unfortunately, i need to vent badly right now. i am so pissed off right now, that i am once again feeling those homicidal impulses that i thought i shut away quite awhile ago...
today was a good day. it was nice and relaxing, i honestly have no complaints. even work tonight wasnt too bad. it got a little hectic, i slightly injured myself and accidentally slit my wrist tonight, but even through all that, it wasnt bad enough to bother me.
*NOTE* Before anyone becomes worried about me, when i say accidentally slit my wrist, I mean just that. it truly was an accident. i was carryiny a box with those metal strappings, and when i put it down, the strapping sliced across my wrist. thankfully it wasnt deep enough to need medical attention, but it still hurt like a bitch.
now on my drive home, thats when my pretty good day was shot to hell. first off, for people who know me, i have a tendency to drive a little fast. nowadays, i tend not to drive faster than 5-10 miles over the speed limit. on the highway, i usually do 15-20 miles over the speed limit.
the thing that pisses me off, is the people who are in such a rush, that they have no problem risking the lives of those around them. tonight, i was almost in an accident 3 times, and possibly could have died in 2 of those times.
close call #1: im driving down 129 in billerica heading towards tewksbury. the speed limit is 35mph. im driving 39mph. a car literally comes out of nowhere and is automatically riding my ass. after swerving in an out of the lane for a good 5 minutes, they decide to pass me and almost hit an oncoming car. so they swerve in front of me forcing me to slam on my brakes before im run off the road and then they zoom off down the road.
the next 2 times literally could have killed me. and for anyone who drives a pickup truck to make you feel like your more of a man...i hate you.
close call #2: im driving down 93N. im in the far left lane doing 75-79 mph. the speed limit is 65mph. again, out of nowhere, a pickup truck comes barreling down on my car. this car was literally tailgating me. there couldnt have been more than a foot between our fenders. when people do that, it literally scares the hell out of me. so he stays on my ass for about 10 minutes. heres where i obviously pissed him off, because he swerves into the middle lane, speeds up to past me, then when he finally does, starts pumping his brakes. what was he trying to accomplish? obviously i wasnt going fast enough for him. was he trying to teach me a lesson by slowing me down? i dont care too much for coming close to totaling my car.
*NOTE* i love my car. my car is a tank. its made out of solid metal, which is better than half the fiber-glass pieces of shit out there. but i know for a fact, that my car would lose in a fight with a pickup truck, or an SUV.
close call #3: now by this point, im scared and pissed off at the same time. now im further up on 93N. now the speed limit is only 55mph, while im still doing 75mph. a 2nd pickup truck decides to have his share of raping my car up the tail pipe, because this truck also decided to ride right on my ass. unfortunatley for me, this guy was a real asshole. not only was he riding my ass, but he decided to start swerving in and out of lanes, and flashing his high beams at me non-stop. now im fucking terrified, because there is almost noone else on the road but this guy has decided to stay on my ass. i saw my exit coming up, so i turned my directional on and started moving to the next lane, when he decided to swerve into that lane, speed up, and then pass me by. obviously he was done having his little fun.
1st off, im going to say this, if you dont like the speed the person in front of you is going, then you can either deal with it, or move into the next lane (and i dont mean into opposing traffic). 2nd, do not risk my life just because you're in a rush. just because you think your life is more important doesn't make it true. ive got someone waiting at home for me too, how'd you like to be the one to tell my love that you ran me off the road and killed me? you probably wouldnt.
and finally, you should be happy that you didnt catch me on a bad day, because you pull that shit with me, and you'll be lucky if i dont follow you home with the razor blade i keep in my glovebox. if you want to try and risk my life, you'd better be prepared to give up yours.
today was a good day. it was nice and relaxing, i honestly have no complaints. even work tonight wasnt too bad. it got a little hectic, i slightly injured myself and accidentally slit my wrist tonight, but even through all that, it wasnt bad enough to bother me.
*NOTE* Before anyone becomes worried about me, when i say accidentally slit my wrist, I mean just that. it truly was an accident. i was carryiny a box with those metal strappings, and when i put it down, the strapping sliced across my wrist. thankfully it wasnt deep enough to need medical attention, but it still hurt like a bitch.
now on my drive home, thats when my pretty good day was shot to hell. first off, for people who know me, i have a tendency to drive a little fast. nowadays, i tend not to drive faster than 5-10 miles over the speed limit. on the highway, i usually do 15-20 miles over the speed limit.
the thing that pisses me off, is the people who are in such a rush, that they have no problem risking the lives of those around them. tonight, i was almost in an accident 3 times, and possibly could have died in 2 of those times.
close call #1: im driving down 129 in billerica heading towards tewksbury. the speed limit is 35mph. im driving 39mph. a car literally comes out of nowhere and is automatically riding my ass. after swerving in an out of the lane for a good 5 minutes, they decide to pass me and almost hit an oncoming car. so they swerve in front of me forcing me to slam on my brakes before im run off the road and then they zoom off down the road.
the next 2 times literally could have killed me. and for anyone who drives a pickup truck to make you feel like your more of a man...i hate you.
close call #2: im driving down 93N. im in the far left lane doing 75-79 mph. the speed limit is 65mph. again, out of nowhere, a pickup truck comes barreling down on my car. this car was literally tailgating me. there couldnt have been more than a foot between our fenders. when people do that, it literally scares the hell out of me. so he stays on my ass for about 10 minutes. heres where i obviously pissed him off, because he swerves into the middle lane, speeds up to past me, then when he finally does, starts pumping his brakes. what was he trying to accomplish? obviously i wasnt going fast enough for him. was he trying to teach me a lesson by slowing me down? i dont care too much for coming close to totaling my car.
*NOTE* i love my car. my car is a tank. its made out of solid metal, which is better than half the fiber-glass pieces of shit out there. but i know for a fact, that my car would lose in a fight with a pickup truck, or an SUV.
close call #3: now by this point, im scared and pissed off at the same time. now im further up on 93N. now the speed limit is only 55mph, while im still doing 75mph. a 2nd pickup truck decides to have his share of raping my car up the tail pipe, because this truck also decided to ride right on my ass. unfortunatley for me, this guy was a real asshole. not only was he riding my ass, but he decided to start swerving in and out of lanes, and flashing his high beams at me non-stop. now im fucking terrified, because there is almost noone else on the road but this guy has decided to stay on my ass. i saw my exit coming up, so i turned my directional on and started moving to the next lane, when he decided to swerve into that lane, speed up, and then pass me by. obviously he was done having his little fun.
1st off, im going to say this, if you dont like the speed the person in front of you is going, then you can either deal with it, or move into the next lane (and i dont mean into opposing traffic). 2nd, do not risk my life just because you're in a rush. just because you think your life is more important doesn't make it true. ive got someone waiting at home for me too, how'd you like to be the one to tell my love that you ran me off the road and killed me? you probably wouldnt.
and finally, you should be happy that you didnt catch me on a bad day, because you pull that shit with me, and you'll be lucky if i dont follow you home with the razor blade i keep in my glovebox. if you want to try and risk my life, you'd better be prepared to give up yours.