i expected it. it's not like i didn't know. the area i was in is notorious for its stationary traffic at specific hours of the day. so i knew it. i knew leaving at 7pm would mean being on the road for at least an hour.
did that stop me from getting worked up? nope.
i was, admitedly calmer than i would have been, had it been unexpected but i was still reasonably annoyed. i kept telling myself to remain calm, repeating the words 'stress causes premature aging' over and over again like a mantra. but you know what? i was so focused on myself and my needs, it wouldn't have worked anyway.
so i looked around.
i looked out.
it was drizzling. motorcyclists raced by, in hopes of getting out of the rain.
the poor guys were drenched. i even saw a cyclist!
and i looked out.
i saw a bus. a bus load of passengers. standing for only god knows how long. probably exhausted from the pushing around, nudging those who come too close away, being crammed together. the long stand, tired from waiting for the bus. tired from the need to remain alert still and walk home after alighting from the bus. tired from listening to the din and music that borders on being annoying.
and that kept me quiet.
yeah, i SHOULD keep quiet. who am i to complain when i'm in the comforts of my own car, air-con at full blast with music of my choice playing?
oh come on grace.
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