like dad.
This morning I made the realization that I’m becoming more and more like my father. No, I haven’t decided to become a republican. And no, I haven’t grown a mustache. No no. Much worse. This morning, I realized that Los Angeles has created some crazy road rage in me.
Whenever driving with my dad, I was and am always terrified, as he’s kind of a bad driver and flips out at everyone. I have become that man (except I can drive). Now, to most, it might seem like that was an obvious evolution, and that the amount of drivers (dumb ones at that!) in Los Angeles would turn anyone crazy; it’d only be a matter of time. But I honestly thought I was the most patient person I knew and could handle it.
However, on my 20 minute trip to work this morning, I found myself cursing, yelling, and beating on my steering wheel at insane and incapable drivers on the road. *sigh*
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