I have a confession to make, I am a horrible person with a temper like from hell. I shout at people when I get angry, even in public. I shout at people I don't know when I don't like what they do in traffic.
This afternoon I went skating, and a cyclist rang his bell at me when passing me downhill. I hate when they do that, because they don't seem to realize that braking for me is not easy and I need a lot of space. Yes, I take up half the road, but what's wrong with you using the other half, do you REALLY need to be on the same side I am?
My temper exploded, I flipped him off, he passed me and flipped me off, and then I shouted after him to slow down coward if you dare and we can talk about it, and he did. Then he proceeded to tell me about his hobby: from 1972 he has followed all the Italian giros. On his computer he has 37 Excel files with the names of all the racers and their ranks. It is a complicated hobby because the media sometimes contradict each other.
Ha. I feel strangely empowered. To yell at people in public and then get them tell you about their hobbies, that's a result.
Wasabi peanuts. I have said it before and I will say it again. Life is not a box of chocolates. It is more like a can of wasabi peanuts.