Is it just me, or have you ever noticed that when you're running late, you hit all the red lights and will inevitably get stuck behind a slow-moving dumptruck? It happens to me all the fucking time -- it's not a morning commute if I don't bellow "DRIVE, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, DRIVE!!!"
This morning, I was on time. And I made even better time. Was that because the traffic patterns are slightly different a few moments earlier? Or is it because I stayed calm and wasn't focused on all the things I could run into?
And if it's really the case, why don't we fix our perspectives? Is it because we (I) find it more fun to be all doom and gloom?
Food for thought.