Jessica Kelso

I don’t think I could tell you the day it happened. I really can’t remember. I do know that since I started driving at the age of 15 I have had a very low tolerance for ignorant drivers. . . but I don’t know exactly when I became one of those people who uses their hands out of frustration. I don’t mean anything nasty, like fingers. I’m pretty sure I’ve never done that. I’d like to think so at least. What I mean is that seventy-five year old little lady in her Cadillac going 15 in a 35 and my hands flying into the air out of a fit of anger. When I see other people do it I laugh and say how ridiculous they look. I always wonder where it is they are going in such a hurry. I don’t even think I ever do this when there are people in the car, I think it’s this dirty-little-secret I’ve keep to myself.

Until now.

It all started when I was 16. I was in a car accident involving a one hundred and one year old man. Yup. 101. He ran through a red light thinking it was green, because at 101 I’m sure all of your colors might start to blend together. You might even think 35mph looks like 00005PHM. So you decide slower is better. When the cop took his driver license I’m pretty sure he was blown away at the fact that you could still drive at that age, as was I. Ever since then I’ve had this negativity toward anyone driving over the age of. . . say, 60. I’d really like to get better with this secret road rage and I think I have when it comes to what I say. I’ve mostly learned to control my tongue, but in return my hands have sprung into action. You will never see me use my horn though. You know, that thing they put in your car to let people know they are in your way or doing something else to annoy you. I hate the horn. It’s so rude and I can never bring myself to use it. I hope to soon feel the same way about this. It’s rude and I need to realize that my windows aren’t tinted enough to keep the person infront of me from seeing me at my weakest. Even if they were dark enough, it’s not exactly something I can keep from God.

So, there it is. My secret is out. If anybody else wants to share about their secret or not-so-secret road rage, I’d love to hear it. Maybe even advice on how you deal, because I could definitely use some of that!

Side note: My husband just informed me that since November 7th, I’ve had 253 views on my blog! All I gotta say is WOW! I wasn’t really sure anybody read my ramblings, besides maybe family (feeling obligated because well, you know, their family!) It’s good to know there are actually people out there somewhat interested in what I got to say. So, thanks!