2017: The year of Road Rage and how to move forward.

2017: The year of Road Rage and how to move forward.

2018. Twenty-thankbabyjesus- Eighteen.

It feels good to turn a new year and start a new leaf. However, an arbitrary date doesn’t fix what ails us. There is still a lot of work to be done. Looking back the entirely of 2017 felt like one big, long, explosive, exhaustive, incessant bout of road rage. 

Two sides screaming at the top of their lungs from the safety of their little box without any care or attempt to listen to reason much less the other side. It was not the year of reason, it was chaos, and emotionally draining. My New Years resolution, not click the refresh button on my news feed every 4.5 minutes. It's destructive. There is something inherently gratifying about yelling obscenities at the top of one’s lungs at someone who is completely unaware of any wrong doing.  It’s a cathartic release. But maybe that behavior belongs in a pillow... in a crib... by yourself. On the dangerous side, road rage becomes this punching bag mechanism to hurt someone who you don’t know. We're suffering from intolerance and Schadenfreude, and by suffering, I mean overdosing. That’s what brings the worse out. The self permission to unleash hell on some person for self gratification. We have lost our way. 

Road rage on the message boards.

Road rage in the cars. 

Road rage at the polls.

If anything is to gain from sitting in LA traffic for a quarter of my adult life, it’s patience. I don’t own a motorcycle, so I can’t wedge between cars, WAZE has officially ruined all of the secret shortcuts, so what am I to do… listen. To the horns and screams, no. I listen to podcasts.  Am I in a rush somewhere… always. Do I want to get the best of someone who cut me off… oh yeah. But for what? Who does that really help. Take a deep breath, acknowledge that the ‘piece of shit’ nee ‘son of a bitch’ nee ‘amigo’ got the best of you. Guaranteed, you won’t think about it later. Point is, try to find something in that person in a split second to relate to, to empathize with- we need more of this. We have become too closed off in every aspect of our society to actually operate as warm-blooded human beings. We've become vengeful. We've become dicks.

So yes, for 2018, guys, stop being dicks.

Ath-leisure is a sign of our time not activity.

Ath-leisure is a sign of our time not activity.

Uomini Rispettati, Sicilian for Man of Respect

Uomini Rispettati, Sicilian for Man of Respect