Do you understand?

Some people are born talented and intelligent. But the irony of life is that they come very “few” in numbers, that’s why I said “some”. The moment they appeared, they might have cried intelligently or did something which showed they were special. Unfortunately, I don’t have a clue because I don’t come in the category of those esteemed “few”. My intelligence challenges me most times and I am not able to decipher even some of the simplest things of modern living. These days my biggest challenge is to understand the language of my fellow commuters when I hit the road. Here’s some:
• Why do people honk persistently when the traffic signal glares at you with a big, bright red? The colour is prominent enough to tell you to stop and my problem is that I do stop because I am a law abiding citizen. Yet, the guy behind me keeps honking at me when I refuse to move, asking me to do what?
• Why does the entire world feels like crossing the road right infront of my vehicle, especially when they see a woman (yours truly) behind the wheels? Do they think that women are soft hitters and hence if I run over them, they won’t feel the pain?
• Why does some people put on the left indicator and decide to take a right turn? Are they directionally challenged or yet to decipher the dictionary meaning of a right or left?
• Why do some people drive too safe and create unaccountable risk on their fellow drivers? They brake suddenly because all of a sudden they feel like going slow and without any prior indication you run straight to them. What does that mean?
• Why are some of the people of my tribe so disastrous in driving? They psyche you out so much that the minute you picture a woman behind the wheels, you decide to change your route.
• Why can’t people follow one particular lane when my city has decent roads with proper markings on the roads? What is the fun of crisscrossing and driving?
• Why do people love chaotic traffic? If we can all reach on time by waiting a while for our turns, why are we so short of time that we can kill or get killed to bully our way through?
Over seven years of driving haven’t been able to give me any answer to these questions. As I confessed that I am not intelligent and too mediocre in most aspects, so my intellect runs through its own challenges. Maybe yours isn’t, so feel free to dig deeper to furnish me with some answers.


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