*All 'quotes' were restricted to the confines of my cranium*
I came to a stop at a red light near a grocery store on my drive home from work today. The light turned green, and the car in front of me wasn't moving anywhere. I'm not a honker, so I asked myself,
'WTF is this guy's deal?'.
I then noticed that he was letting a truck exit the grocery store parking lot and establish itself on the road.
'Is he serious? We've got a green...'
I was becoming increasingly impatient. The truck accelerates and the car in front of me remains...OK. Seriously? He's now letting an SUV onto the road.
'WTF am I? Chopped liver? What if someone gets stuck behind me cause of this guy?'
I was seriously irritated. He finally accelerates and I can't help but swear at the guy in my head to release some steam.
'You @!$%#ing do-gooder!'
...
'Wait, what the @!$%# did I just say?'
I was a bit taken aback about my choice of words. I just replaced, "@!$%#", "douchebag", etc. with "do-gooder" as though it was a bad thing. Yeah the guy was driving like an idiot, but he was still being nice (albeit not to me).
Why did I call the guy a do-gooder like being a do-gooder was an @!$%# thing to do? Can I no longer appreciate kindness? Have I become so callous to the thought of good works at my expense that I look down on those who perform them? Is something wrong with me? Am I an @!$%#?



