Nobody likes to stuck in a traffic jam. So do I. Practically all the people who have to spend their morning or afternoon in the traffic jam rage, lose their precious time and energy for this contemporary, urban phenomenon.
Traffic jams, similarly to commuting by subway, can develop aggression in us. Regarding myself, traffic jam does not make me nervous as much about creating hostility but makes me feel bad. While stuck in one, I often try to calm down. Also, I explain to myself that if I do not have control over something, it is indeed worthless to worry about it. Thus, I do not have to get angry for this reason.
Nevertheless, for today, I feel that this particular battle I cannot win. That is why I try to avoid traffic jams as much as possible. Last time, when I stuck in one traffic jam in Warsaw, I started to analyze why some people can be so aggressive on the roads.
I was looking into the immensity of cars that surrounded me and realized that, in general, while driving, we see the vehicles, the objects. We forget about the people who sit in cars.
I am sure that it is the main reason for aggression, which occurs not only on the roads but in the whole world. I am sure that entirely a similar process exists in politics, or during the crises and wars. We cannot notice humans in the opponent. We see evil. What is worse, we want to destroy this evil.
Back to the main topic, when we stuck in a traffic jam, we see colorful, metallic cans as stumbling blocks, which are the main reason why we will late for the critical meeting. We can easily imagine that we can scrunch up these cans, the same as we do with tin cans with beer, and throw it away like a piece of wreck.
The saddest thing is that we almost always forget that in these cans, there are people with their personal stories.
There are mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, brothers, sisters, or grandparents. But we see only driving pieces of metal. What is worse, sometimes, I think that a lot of us forget and do not see humans in other people during our other daily routines. I don’t know about you, my Dear Guest, but I try to improve my behave continually regarding other people. I try to be as friendly and polite as possible — both to strangers and loved ones.
