mean?

I've been told my blog is mean. As in I'm mean. Mean is a funy word. Even moreso now that I've typed it four times in a row. (You missed the post title) :wink:

Some might read and see the little postscript tacked onto that first paragraph above and think, "Yeah, that was mean. Why did you have to jab at me, your reader, whom at first saw only three 'means' but missed the post title? Yeah, they were right. Your blog is mean, dude." Okay, so I apologize for being mean. It is who I am though and it is not intentional. It's just how the stream of my thoughts currently pass through my set of output filters and through my fingertips to the keys. Believe me, my backspace key gets plenty of use as I edit on the fly.

There are the innocent who probably don't deserve to be dressed down; the lost out of towner more interested in their map than the green light and the traffic moving past them through an intersection. (Pull over. Get your bearings. Read the map somewhere other than in traffic.) But then there are the guilty; the immortal, infallible, know-it-all-at-age-18 morons who swear they're not hurting anyone but maybe themselves with the stupid things they brag about. (Get a clue. I was you.) I have few other outlets to directly blast these nuisances so I choose here. Mean? Sure. I'll give you that. Therapeutic? Definitely.

You see, it's not having the feeling that is wrong but what one does with a feeling that might be. Road Rage is a plague amongst drivers and there is no drug to cure it. Only self-control and therapy to express those feelings some other way have helped. I get my speed jollies at track days. The unintended side effect has been a sensation of more danger on public roads with all manner of crap close to the roads and streets compounded by traffic filled with frustrated, lesser-skilled drivers.

It was sobering to me to realize the vast majority of people I drive alongside have had no additional driver training since (gulp) highschool... back when we were all pre-occupied with being teenagers. Hormones raging, social circles expanding at different rates, peer pressure, parent pressure, reality so unlike Mtv enough to induce depression. This was the right time to learn how to drive? The conspiracy theorist in me would hypothesize that the system generates these barely-able-to drivers to guarantee a source of traffic revenue for future generations and keeps the auto repair segment booming. Lord knows we don't educate our teens to spend wisely or invest while inundating them with advertising for new cars and tolerating movies and tv shows where cars mean popularity. Am I being mean again?