Out with the bad air...

As I crossed the street from my dermatologist's office it started to rain, again. But that's not the story here. The story hovers around what I saw to my left waiting for the traffic light to change. It was an older dark blue SUV. Maybe a Ford, I think. I immediately noticed scrawled on the passenger's side of the vehicle more than foot high letters which read, "YOU A SHIT BITCH."

Having what many might consider an over-active imagination, I was perplexed as to where the words had come from. No, I don't mean defecation or female dogs but, rather where the anger originated. I imagine the "writer" was very angry as evidenced by the size of the letters and how deeply they were scratched into the vehicle. I could plainly see the vehicle's raw metal. As well, the last word almost seemed an after thought in that while sizable, it was a few fonts smaller than the others. Maybe the writer added the last word for emphasis. -or perhaps he or she really wasn't that pissed. I then looked at the driver, a woman in her mid-thirties who flashed me a, "don't go there," look and swiftly turned a head.

My curiosity planted me squarely on one of the soap boxes in my head. The one with the sign, "why are people so angry?" Really, when I was younger than today one simply removed him or herself from negative situations. You just got away from people who pissed you off before you could hate them. 'Anyone worthy of hate isn't worthy of hating,' I used to say. I still believe this. It seems that today most people don't even believe this a little bit. Any negative feeling must be acted upon. And the accompanying expression of anger must be several times the perceived offense if there was an actual one. An example might be people who routinely call the work places of people they have a beef with in order to cause them problems or perhaps get them fired. This is the result of a perceived or actual Personal situation. Another example of the punishment not suiting the crime might be the guy in the news who shot his two "buddies" because he told them not to smoke his last cigarette before he left the room. They did the deed and... It seems that we are at a point where one can not just not like you or your actions, you must be destroyed. How did we get here? When did we devolve into believing that it was better to destroy the "shit bitches" of the world exponentially rather than just getting away from them to a more positive existence?