It’s Not Correct For Me To Say This…
But when some irresponsible bitch decides to blow through a Yield sign and nearly kill me, I tend to wish that I could reply to her threat of force with my own. The fact that I caught her eyes when she looked in my direction just before blowing through the Yield sign means she saw me and chose to ignore me. The fact that her shitty 1995 Camry would barely be dented when she plowed through both me and my motorcycle apparently made her decision for her. The fact that I know enough to look for this sort of behavior is why I’m alive and blogging this right now. Literally. If I had just assumed that she would show some courtesy and follow the rules of the road, I’d be dead. Dead, folks.
Now, it really annoys me that this flaming cunt of a young lady was busily yapping away on her cell phone while blowing throuogh the intersection and nearly destroying me. But what makes that dark part of me, that same dark part that hides in everyone, want to pull out my Glock and unload a few into her car was when, after pulling up next to her and yelling, “Hey, how about paying more attention. You could have killed me!” she merely mouthed the words “Oh shut up” and rolled her eyes, phone plastered to her ear. It’s one thing to make a poor decision and then be apologetic about it afterwards, it’s another thing entirely to actively disregard the person you nearly killed, as though they were below your notice. That severe lack of respect for her fellow human is what nearly put me over the edge. Instead of getting violent, however, I just pointed out what a self-obsessed cunt she was and took off. She really pushed her luck at the next intersection when, as I was stopped to make a left, she mouthed off at me as she passed me on the right. So after nearly killing me, she’s going to antagonize me? How smart is that?
Did her parents teach her to be such a fucking bitch? Did she learn it in school? Exactly where did this sense of entitlement and disregard for others originate? Didn’t anyone ever tell her to never underestimate the aggressiveness of the other driver? She doesn’t know me. How does she know I’m not armed (I was, but I’m a very responsible citizen and gun-owner)? I could have been an absolute sociopath looking for an excuse. I could have caused her so much anguish. Luckily for her, I’m a law-abiding citizen who understands that sometimes it’s better to let the other person go to avoid a whole list of regrets later.
To make it clear: I literally felt that my life was threatened by her wanton disregard for the rules of the road. The fact that she looked me in the eyes and then went ahead and cut me off anyway indicates that her act was intentional. If I hadn’t acted defensively, I would have died. It’s not the first time it’s happened, by any stretch, but it doesn’t make it any less real. If I met force with force, could I have legitimately drawn my weapon and defended my life? Obviously not. Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to make her feel some of the fear that she caused me. But I didn’t. That’s why I can say that I’m the better person in this scenario and not be egotistical.
I know that piece of shit whore will never read this, but if she ever did I’d tell her just how lucky she was. Another time, another guy, and she might have been another statistic, just like she tried to make a statistic out of me. Fucking cunt.
