I had something to accomplish, but he continually and loudly resisted, was defensive, hurled obstacles. I couldn't get what I wanted done. I kept thinking. I kept trying different approaches, different explanations, a different posture. I couldn't make any headway. I tried. I really tried.
Hmmmm. It must be him. He must really be an a**.
I had several names on the tip of my tongue and they didn't have stars in them as I said them to myself. They didn't have stars in them as I shouted them in my car.
You think texting is distracting while you are driving. Try imagining that you are cursing and physically assaulting a person while you're driving. It probably is in the same bucket as texting.
But time and space took over and started winning my attention more and more.
Maybe he is an a**. But what am I? What could I have done or said differently? What WILL I say and do differently next time?
That is the eternal question I must ask myself. Because I regularly deal with a**es. And a lot of the time I am an a**. But I have work to do and I have things to accomplish. If everybody really is an a**, then I must learn how to prevail, or exist, but hopefully collaborate. That much I own.