OK, so maybe road rage is a bit of a stretch. Or harsh.
So I’m getting off the interstate. There are two exit lanes, I’m in the left of the two lanes. Someone in the right lane blows past me, only to get in front of me quickly because they wanted to turn left, and not right.
My initial reaction was one of anger. Or maybe not so much anger, but frustration. It went something along the lines of “You stupid [expletive] [expletive]!” and maybe a few other choice words.
But the red light allowed me to think about it some. Why was I really angry? I mean, after all, I’d performed similar tricks many times in the past. Because I had the “me first” mentality. I just had to get in front of this one car, or they were going to slow me down and throw my whole day off.
As I explored my anger/frustration/whatever it was, I realized that there was absolutely no reason for it whatsoever. Arriving at this realization, I instead issued a short metta prayer to the person who was now sitting in front of me, caught at the very same red light I was.
May you be well.
May you be happy.
May you find peace.
May you be at ease.