Road Rage

I was enraged all the way into the office today, and I don't even drive a car. I can't explain it, but I was flying of the handle or simmering quietly under any perceived social slight or transgression by any number of passersby, commuters or other subway riders. A couple of times I felt like I would start swinging and either hurt someone or get myself hurt. I was PISSED OFF.

And you know what pisses me off more than anything? That I have no way of knowing if this is like another step of the crap I've been going through for the past few days or me just suffering from being a typical Jerkus Egyptianus. I mean, this is New York and these people are no more or less obnoxious than they've ever been. I mean, what do I expect on the subway? Tea and crumpets in the drawing room with Ms Etherington?

This is what I hate about this stupid fucking bullshit. I don't fucking know if my mind is reacting proportionately to things or acting disproportionately, sometimes. I mean, it's easy when I'm lying on the floor, drooling and listening to my heart beat like African tom-toms...but sometimes, it's just not easy to tell.

Who the FUCK is Ms. Etherington?