These have diminished a bit of late but they certainly have been a big part of my life over the years. That is the thing. The traffic does half the abuse and the non traffic does the other half. Since the two seem to never combine, I am not sure if they even know they are fitting the very definition of being abusive.
I have been spit on on and been told how badly people want to punch my face inside out, broken arms or broken legs and even the occasionally the threat of death. The point is their existence is a prevalent part of life for me.
There really isn’t a lot to discuss on this topic because we all know what threats are and really all you need to know is the prevalence of them to be faced with the one truth that is undeniable. The traffic has been abusing me for at least two decades now while pretending to be oh so great and noble.
I guess I didn’t want to admit it but I have always known. I find it laughable that the traffic has the nerve to lecture me while engaging in this behavior.