Road Rage

This morning, unlike any other morning, I found myself stuck in a bumper-to-bumper traffic jelly; not a jam, a traffic jelly. I don’t get out much, what with the NOx and the general laziness and the outside not having much to offer, so when I do get out, I get very anxious. Accompanied by a 4 year-old who already has political views, I set out for the journey, equipped with all the gear a mom needs; Hot Wheels, juice boxes, snack boxes, snot-rags, and a teddy bear that the 4 year-old has adopted as his son. He is already proving to be a better parent than me, giving the teddy bear fresh fruit instead of boxed juices and making him a “pretend” hot home-cooked meal and brushing his “pretend” teeth, twice a day. And he reads to him too, from a book; Unlike me, I just make up stories.

So, back to the traffic. I saw most people in agony. There was honking and arm-waving and finger blowing and name calling and a lot of F-bombs dropping. I sat back and enjoyed the traffic jelly. It was fun to watch, everyone was late for work, everyone wanted to get there faster than the others, and nobody looked like they actually wanted to get to work. What were they all trying to get to? Once everyone is at work, don’t they just keep checking the time to see if it’s 5 PM yet? I know I did that and a lot of people I worked with did that. So I am going out on a limb here and say that everyone does that. Those who don’t, either work from home or actually like what they do. (Hahaha.. like there’s any money in that!)

While I was feeding one of my OCD habit of reading the license plates of every car in my line-of-sight, I noticed those poor environmentalists, who were pedalling along on their bikes, helmet and knee-pads and biking shorts and the whole ensemble. Saving the environment, working out at the same time – good on them! I couldn’t help thinking how much impact their efforts would have in the long run. For every bike, there must have been twenty cars or more. That environmentalist was breathing in pure ob-NOx-ious fumes. Not to mention, those bikes look so fragile, a monstrosity of a car can knock them down by just being around. The green warriors are trying so hard, one plastic bag at a time, and most of us do nothing. I mean, we are even killing WHALES! And those mammals are huge, and yet we found a way to destroy them. People destroy everything. (And my rants start now…) Even my 4 year-old said, “Just look at this country!” He does not understand country and state and continent and division as such, he just picked it up from his father, but he was spot on with the timing. He, in fact, pacifies his raging father when the latter is driving and yelling, “These idiots need to learn how to drive!” by chiming in, “Please Daddy, the idiots also need to get home.” Some kick-ass parenting, huh?

So, to sum it up, I lost my train of thoughts now, and the sparks of brilliance that had illuminated my mind back in the traffic, are gone. So I leave you with this:

So if I stand in front of a speeding car
Would you tell me who you are, what you like?
What’s on your mind, if I’d get it right?
How I love that no one knows
And these secrets all that we’ve got so far
The demons in the dark, lie again
Play pretends like it never ends
This way no one has to know
Even the half smile would have slowed down the time
If I could call you half mine
Maybe this is the safest way to go
We’re singing
Heya heya heya heya
Heya, heya heya
This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt
We’re singing
Heya heya heya heya
Heya, heya heya
You go back to him and then I’ll go back to her
So if I stand in front of a speeding car
Would you give your little heart?
Say the word?
Due to just me and you
This way everyone will know
‘Cause these secrets all that we’ve got so far
The demons in the dark, lie again
Play pretends like it never ends
This way no one has to know
Even the half smile would have slowed down the time
If I could call you half mine
Maybe this is the safest way to go
We’re singing
Heya heya heya heya
Heya, heya heya
This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt
We’re singing
Heya heya heya heya
Heya, heya heya
You go back to him and then I’ll go back to her
So if I stand in front of a speeding car
Would you tell me who you are, what you like?
What’s on your mind, if I’d get it right?
How I love that no one knows
These secrets all that we’ve got so far
The demons in the dark, lie again
Play pretends like it never ends
How I love that no one knows
Advertise my secret
I don’t really need it
I know you can feel this
So advertise my secret
I don’t really need it
I know you can feel this
So advertise my
Advertise my secret
We’re singing
Heya heya heya heya
Heya, heya heya
This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt
We’re singing
Heya heya heya heya
Heya, heya heya
You go back to him and then I’ll go back to her
If I stand in front of a speeding car
Don’t know who you are
Don’t know who you are
Heya heya heya heya
Heya, heya heya
You go back to him and then I’ll go back to her
Songwriters: Daniel Joseph Devane / Sorcha Durham / Paul Stephen Flannery / Evan William Hadnett / Patrick Gerald Sheehy
I don’t know why I added that, but I found the video to this song completely unrelated to the song. So makes sense. If someone out there can explain the relation of the song to the video, that’d be great. Thank You! And oh yes, one more thing, do not drink and drive, keep those two separate. You can drink water, juices, soda, things like that, but you’d have to make pit-stops to go to the bathroom. So, it’d be better to not drink anything and drive. You can always Uber!

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