Biking home from work, pickup truck honks at me and does that "angry pass" thing (you know where they pass you going way over the speed limit to take back that 2 seconds of driving time you stole from them). I flip him off. He flips me off. I flip him off again. He pulls over, gets out of his truck, calls me a homophobic slur and threatens to run me over. I call him a homophobic slur back (my bad y'all) and keep biking. He gets back in his truck, and I experience a moment of terror as I wait to see if he will in fact murder me over literally nothing. Fortunately, he relents and drives away.

Fuck. Why do people keep driving cars when it's clear that driving is such a miserable experience that motorists are routinely inches away from flying into a murderous rage? Why the fuck is that my fault? I'm literally the only person I know who's not contributing to the problem. I'll never own a car again. I never want to kill someone. I never want to make someone feel as scared as motorists make me feel. Why does that make me a fringe weirdo?

Like seriously, I've never met another person in my life who would even consider swearing off cars, even though a lot of them seem to understand they're bad. It's so isolating. Like, as scary as experiences like this one are, I'm way more likely to be killed in a so-called "accident" than deliberately run down. Which means every day I have to look at all my friends and family, knowing they all own cars, and think "one day someone just like you is going to kill me, and you're OK with that." And then they say shit like "stay safe out there" like if you want me to be safe stop doing the thing that's gonna kill me!

Anyway, sorry for the rant. Hope this is an OK place to post this stuff.