Currently in a car with a relative, I've had to listen to them yell about how everyone who tried cutting in front of him is an asshole and everyone who doesn't let him cut in front of them is also an asshole. It's been 20 minutes
Currently in a car with a relative, I've had to listen to them yell about how everyone who tried cutting in front of him is an asshole and everyone who doesn't let him cut in front of them is also an asshole. It's been 20 minutes
They're enraged they have to be in a car and are expressing that indirectly
It's this, at least for me. I actually enjoy driving (like, in the country), but I hate commuting by car and do not want to be doing it, ever. And it's easy in that mindset to stop seeing other people on the road and only see other cars, which are merely obstacles to me, the protagonist who just want to get the fuck home.
Yeah, "stress" is the easy answer here