Thoughts on traffic
The man was pissed, honking, yelling from his black Jeep Cherokee. I could see his little hands waving in the air from my rear view mirror. He was clearly in a rush to get somewhere and I was slowing him down.
A space finally opened and he violently swerved from behind me and accelerated to the red light, where we met laterally, just 20 short meters ahead.
I quickly rolled rolled down my window and he followed suite. He was ready for a shouting match.
“Did you get to where you were going?” I said with a smile. He laughed.
Traffic is an interesting phenomena. It is almost like money in the sense that it magnifies our personality when we have that control.
Have you ever been merging onto an exit but there not be a space for your car? Oftentimes, the person will let you into the space, but oftentimes they don’t.
What do you do? Do you wait for the next person to let you into that space? Or do you drive on, two, three, seven cars up just to show them that you don’t need them to get where you are going.
I am the type to move ahead– not as an act of retaliation, more so an act of belonging. That rejection is always an opportunity for something better.
Of course, there are dangers in moving somewhere quick. Sometimes, when there’s another stop light just meters ahead, I end up like my friend in the black Jeep Cherokee.
There is also a beauty in walking to a destination over driving. Getting somewhere quick does not always equal getting here with what you need. When I visit cities outside of New York, I always feel the slowness of a new city set in when I’m waiting for the light to change. In New York, waiting is death. We’re willing to run across the street (so uncool) if it means we’ll get to our location quicker.
So whatever your pace or means of transportation, drive on. Keep moving forward. Walk when you can, run when you must. Take a pit stop if you must. And always look both ways.