I live in Southern California and the only place that I’ve ever been where the traffic actually made me fear for my life more frequently was Santo Domingo. Otherwise, I’ve traveled places where people apologize to me for the traffic and I laughingly ask them, “What traffic?”
First, let me be clear, I love L.A. The song, the city and the general lifestyle of LA-LA land. It is home. There are other places that I love to visit; I think New York and Chicago are fabulous. I love Yosemite, Yellowstone and Big Sur. I had a great time when I visited a friend in New Bremen, OH for Bremenfest and one of my favorite towns is Las Vegas, NM. All of those places are wonderful and I will visit them again and hopefully visit more besides, but Southern California is home.
I am not a patient person by any stretch of the imagination and Los Angeles traffic puts to test all of my “new age” beliefs, “What you put out into the world is what you get back.” “You are exactly where you need to be.” And “All things happen for a reason.”
Really? What would be the reason that jerk in the black Mercedes just cut me off? Why did he have to speed up and not let me into his lane when all he wanted was to get into mine? What bleepin’ reason was there for that?
Okay, okay, deep breath. Breathe in, Maria, breathe out. Count to three breathing in. Count to five breathing out. “You are exactly where you need to be.”
WHAT THE FORK! Stop texting you twit. It’s against the law and you just made me miss the light. Argh! Cancel, cancel. Bless her and protect her so that she doesn’t cause a terrible accident and die in a fiery single car accident. Ooops! I mean bless her and protect her and the rest of us who are on the road with her.
Sigh. “You get back what you put out into the world.” Clearly, my road rage and frustration doesn’t helping my car karma in any way.
Yep, when I go to other places and the people apologize for their traffic all I can do is laugh. There are very few places outside of Los Angeles that put my lack of patience to the test in the same way as the freeways and drivers here do.
And still I love L.A.