Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition

My anger sometimes comes out in road rage, sardonic humor (which I realize isn’t humor at all -- except when Jim does it on The Office which is the best television show of all time), and, when I’m really mad, a fervently spoken four letter word. 

I’m working on it, okay?  “All prayer and supplication,” you know…

But really, lately I’ve realized that 41 years of buried anger easily comes out in the car.  In fact, not too very long ago, I had one of my wild arm waving and yelling fits at another driver, only to realize that I knew the person I was raging at.  Worse, it was one of my students!  (Yes, I did apologize later that day before class, and he got quite a kick out of it- and so did the entire class.)

Even when my church music is playing I can rage on.  It goes something like this:

La-la-la

You are the ever-lasting God.  Ever- lasting God.  You do not faint.  You won’t grow…

You stupid jerk, learn how to drive!!  Dude, seriously?!  Get out of my way.

La-la-la Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord

Sad, right?  Ok, sad in a funny sort of way.  But, hey!  Good thing I’m not Catholic.  Too many hail Mary’s- and it’s just too hard to count those little beads when you’re driving.