my back was tense and the leather seats were still cold. i got the sense that others were just as anxious to be on the road as i was in lieu of the notorious drivers of this statistical day.
praying that the light stayed green for just a little longer seemed to fall on deaf ears while i screeched the car to a halt.
there we sat. both northbound and southbound traffic that did not quite make it through the glorious green. we continued to sit for what felt like a half hour while not one eastward or westward car showed up for their glorious green light.
finally one did, but it was slowing. apparently their prayer was also unsuccessful.
every time i am there again my blood boils. my hands get sweaty. my lips get pursed and turn white.
ok, well maybe it isn’t that bad, but why all this angst you ask?
well, i bring this up as one of many examples, actually, where I feel this stressful state of frustration. the reason that it exists is simple.
i am aware that we have the technology cheaply at our fingertips to evade such systems of gas and time wasting stupidity.
i am reminded of Ecclesiastes 1:18 from Today’s New International Version (TNIV):
“For with much wisdom comes much sorrow;
the more knowledge, the more grief.”