Today I was riding my longboard home (at a pretty good pace), and as I was coming up to a busy intersection, I saw that a cab ahead of me was about to turn right. I was already as far right as possible, nearest the curb, and it was looking like the cab was probably gonna cut me off.
Sure enough, as I got close, it started to turn right, completely blocking my way.
I could have stopped if I really felt like it, but instead I just bashed into the car with my body, because I wanted to teach the cabbie to be aware of his goddamn surroundings (I mean, as a Toronto cab driver, that’s his fucking job)… I don’t think he even noticed me, because I just used the soft parts of my body to make contact with the car, rather than smashing it with the thick plastic slide puck attached to my glove, which would have made a bang just slightly less loud than a gunshot. I didn’t wanna be mega aggressive though because I wanted him to clearly be in the wrong.
So… I’m realizing that I might be getting less chill, as I deal with Toronto shit and cabbies and everything. And it’s scaring me a bit.
I’m choosing to send out negativity rather than positivity, because I’m pissed about so many things in life, and if someone crosses me, I want them to know that they fucked up.
Goddammit I hate cabs.
I dunno man; I think I need to give some thought to my priorities.
It’s okay to feel rage. It stops being okay when you let your rage out on others.