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I am a fairly calm person. During school, my parents did not experience a developmental conversation in which the teacher did not point out that it should be listened to more. I am often asked to SPEAK OUT LOUD (basically always by an older man) when speaking in front of a group and when I had a radio course on journalism line, the radio teacher informed me that I do not have the ability to speak and breathe at the same time. miracle I’m still alive, by the way).
At home I yell more than I speak, because otherwise no one would hear me, but other than that I am not a person who raises my voice. I write instead. Angry sms, angry emails, angry notes.
There is only one thing (okay, two if you count my husband) that makes me so terribly upset and angry that I can’t help but roar, make obscene gestures, and prepare for battle.
And it is traffic.
All forms of traffic. But mainly other drivers.
We have to drive the car to the seven-year-old’s parkour training because we’re late as usual. I start to mutter as we step out onto our driveway – a car has parked on the street right in front of our car, making it basically impossible to get out (here my husband will say that he can return to our driveway and thus avoiding all problems like that, but now this is not a driving school). I have to drive back and forth four centimeters at a time three hundred times to finally get to the right angle and escape.
The seven-year-old sees what I see.
– Mom. Are you sure you must be an idiot? he says in the same tone as if he were pointing to a red car.
“Hm, yeah, it must be, I say, like I’m teaching her about rainbow color scales.”
You can try to make things right at another time. And it’s not COMPLETELY wrong out there.
Is something that is happening on me when I’m in traffic. The other day I passed a car that was stopped on the Hornsgatan bike path in Stockholm and I yelled from my bike directly through the open window: “THIS IS A BIKE FILE !!!” Like crazy?
More than once I’ve had to cramp the steering wheel in order not to point my finger in the rearview mirror at the hotheads who honk at me when I stick to the speed limit (did I only learn in driving school that speeding up? It only saves a few minutes, but RISKS YOUR LIFE?). However, I can’t help but shout outrageous words openly, which may be why my son has adopted the word “idiot”.
Now in crown times, I don’t bike to work (because my home office is in my son’s room, it would be unnecessarily cumbersome), I don’t use public transportation, and I don’t drive heavily.
One might think that I should be in an unusually harmonious phase of my traffic life.
So sadly, you are wrong.
One day when i leave and running, without being a nuisance to anyone, I get a planning of a short, fast and approaching corridor.
– You should stick with the LEFT, he hisses.
It’s just me and her on the sidewalk and my first instinct is of course to catch her because I get so mad, but I keep running.
So I googled and realize to my chagrin that she is right. In most of the cases. Pedestrians should keep left traffic in the bike lanes and I was on a sidewalk, but in their defense it had been a bike lane just before our meeting.
So now I’ve started to stay to the left when I go for a run or walk.
It may be the worst decision I have ever made in my life. Now I can fully relate to the racer’s rage, because before joining her gang, she must have been more or less alone in our immediate area to stay on the right side.
NOBODY is left On the bike path, not even the cyclists appreciate your effort, you only find yourself spitting and spewing and all the time hammering that terribly annoying feeling of being the only one in the world DOING WELL in the chest.
But at least it’s not as dangerous to lose your temper on a catwalk as it is behind a wheel.
Read more chronicles of Emma Bouvin, for example “How to organize the perfect family Saturday”, “Soon I won’t have a little child left” or “There is some speculation about divorce in the wake of the crown crisis.”.
