I pull out of my driveway and accelerate to the corner a short half block away. I come to a full stop and look both ways. A guy in a honda pilot is creeping towards the intersection looking at me. I sit and wait for the guy as he creeps across the intersection, looking at me and shaking his head. I mouth the words ‘Fuck off, bitch” at him. I am stopped. In my mind there was no reason for this guy to be overreacting in such a manner. The fact that I am forced to sit at the intersection while he moves through at 20mph slower than he should have is pissing me off.
LTR: Hey, you scared him, you don’t need to say that.
Al: I really don’t care if he is scared. I’m stopped, he needs to move his ass. I need coffee.
LTR: You don’t care if he was unsure if you were going to pull out in front of him?
Al: Nope, I couldn’t care less what he thinks.
Blessed silence. A few minutes later,
LTR: Whose opinion do you care about?
AL: (the first thing that pops into my mind is – no one’s, but that’s really not right. There are still a few). If they aren’t part of my immediate family then their opinion’s don’t matter.
I’ve realized that most people I run into day in and day out I will never meet again. I will not spend any effort to conform to their expectations. Some that I do run into often I only know superficially. Again, I refuse to spend any effort to conform to their expectations. I’ve come to view the expectations of those around me as their attempt to shackle me. The deeper I go down the rabbit hole since swallowing the red pill, the more the facade slips, the more I say what’s on my mind. The more I asked pointed questions that expose the pretty lies. The more people are shocked that I would question the foundations on which they have built their self-image.
