Hate-Love# 18: Traffic

It's amazing that I have been so busy lately that I haven't even had time to be annoyed about things, much less blog about them! One thing did come up yesterday, however, that really makes my blood boil!

I hate...

Traffic. If you have ever been in traffic you know that mostly it just sucks: it's usually very hot, it wastes gas, it's boring, the scenery doesn't change, and you can't get to wherever you're headed in any sort of timely manner. Honestly, there is probably no one on the planet that actually likes traffic, however, there are certain things about tailgating on the freeway that really gets my panties all up in a knot. I mean, just sitting in traffic by itself is enough to make me want to mount a paintball gun on the hood of my car and start open firing on the sparkly white Beamer in front of me. Add to that sitting in traffic for 30 minutes only to find that the hold up is the idiots rubbernecking a guy changing his tire, is beyond aggravating. Similarly angering is the phenomenon where you are sitting in an epic traffic jam only to have it clear suddenly after 45 minutes with no warning and seemingly no explanation at all. Arg! My other, and perhaps largest traffic pet peeve is when it's taking damn near forever to get through a city street and the moron in front of me stops, AT A YELLOW LIGHT, thus making me miss not only that light, but all the green lights after it! A yellow light means slow down, or speed up so that you make it through before it turns red, not STOP! Red lights are for stopping. When the person in front of you stops at a yellow light they make absolutely certain that you won't get the opportunity to gun through it semi-legally. Infuriating.

as much as I hate traffic, however,

I love...

Finding enough time to catch up with my friends and relatives. My Nana lives in Florida, my BFF's live in Utah and San Diego respectively, and my lil' bro lives in Rhode Island, so keeping up with all of them requires a lot of skyping, e-mailing, facebooking, and, when I find the time, talking on the phone. The problem is, however, that I find it difficult to schedule time to have the marathon talk sessions that are required to keep abreast of my loved one's lives. Traffic, however, affords me this time. While sitting in traffic I am captive in one place with my only form of entertainment being my cell phone. Thus, though I may groan when I hit a massive bumper to bumper sesh, I just whip out my bluetooth and settle in to hear about Paige's pending marriage, Dylan's new internship, and the latest Florida gossip; not such a bad way to pass the time after all.