I realized today, as I lectured the driver in front of me (inaudably to them) on the virtues of driving proactively (specifically, keeping a close gap between the guy in front of you, so that the dump trucks frequently turning onto the road won't turn in front of you and I) that i quite enjoyed giving the condscending lecture. I thougt back to earlier on my drive when I yelled at the stupid bitch in front of me that was going 5 mph below the speed limit for 3 miles, only to force us both to go +15 100 feet before theintersection to make a light. A light which we both saw had just turned green 1000 feet before then. It felt good to yell at them.

Now, by "felt good" I don't mean I was creaming my pants. I just didn't feel stressed or anything afterwards. I was calm. but it was the outburst that allowed me to let go of the animosity I had towards these people.

Now, I realize this pathos is identical in principle to that of many serial murderers. My MO is just a bit different, and decidingly less harmful. ;)