Do you suffer from Opinion Dislodgement Disorder, (ODD) too?
I think I suffer from it because once I have an opinion stuck in my skull it’s pretty difficult for me to dislodge it. Some examples might include, but are not limited to, men only love bitches, all men are the same and the worst things happen to good people or occasionally I might think there is no justice in the world. So I could go around being pretty pissed off most of the time and this occurs frequently when I am driving. What is it about driving behind an idiot that upsets me so much? You’d think I’d be used to it by now! So Yesterday on my over to cafe heaven, a name I made up, which I’m thinking now would be a damn fine moniker for a caffeine establishment, which in actuality is named Starbucks, I was driving behind an asshole. Now normally I would never venture out for coffee at the wee hours of the morning because I have a fabulous coffee maker at home, but I had to get me some blood tests and I could not eat or drink anything except water for 12 hours. Not such a difficult task, except I had to forego the coffee, and this can be devastating for my state of mind and can be hazardous to the health and well being of those who come into contact with me. The distance between my home and said liquid energy juice can be measured in blocks, but for ease of use let’s just say it’s less than a mile and within that space of road I encountered more than one bad driver who I cursed, they don’t use their signals because they have a phone attached to their face, stop in front of me for no discernable reason and most annoying are the ones who go too fucking slow. I got stuck behind one going too fucking slow, and I mean slow, since the posted speed limit was 35 mph. So I’m pissed and muddling along behind at a crawl when I decide to actually look at the car in front of me since it’s causing me so much anxiety. I notice at first glance that it’s an older vehicle, white and the left side is off kilter to the point that it is almost touching the ground, the windows are filthy and I can barely see anyone’s head above the drivers side or passenger seats and I’m thinking maybe they are really old. Upon closer inspection I see that on the roof of the car right above the driver’s head is a red plastic cup, which I can only assume is filled with liquid? What the Fuck? Did the ass hat set it on of top the car get in and then forget to take about it? Is he/she doing an experiment to see how far they can drive before it falls off? And is this the reason for the unholy slowness? Or is it that most drivers are idiots? See experiences like these prevent me dislodging my opinions about drivers in general and when shit happens all the time it’s hard to make me believe otherwise. I wonder if anyone else noticed that cup?