Can You Hear Me Now!!

We, as members of the human race, have certain goals to accomplish while we are here on earth. We also have certain rules and guidelines that help us determine who among us are the more intelligent and who deserve to be fed to the dingos. My case in point, is an incident that happened to me yesterday on my way home from work. As I was driving on our fabulous traffic-free roads here in Tampa, I was noticing a pickup truck shuffling back and forth in its lane. the first thing I thought was that this person might be lost and is looking at the street name plates. However, A few feet later, the pickup decided to invade my lane. Never mind that I was blasting my horn as if it were the warning signal prior to a blast. Never mind that I was in a green colored Rav4 that is visible from space. Never mind I was screaming like the fat lady at the end of a very long opera. The pickup kept on coming. When I sped up to avert total disaster, I noticed that the driver was yapping away on her freakin' cell phone. I literally felt the urge to cut her off, make her stop, get out, go to her, grab her by the hair, pull her out, toss the phone into the wild blue yonder, and body slam her on top of the hood of her truck. She motioned that she didn't see me or hear me! Of course you didn't you worthless waste of genetic material! You were too freakin' busy moving your pie hole to hear my horn blaring! If I would've hit you, you would've cried and said that the menacing man in the menacing Rav4 ( that's a joke) was speeding like he had the devil on his butt and hit you on purpose.

Don't worry folks, I didn't have any road rage. Instead, you get a blog entry. I know you guys would've preferred the bloodshed. To tell you the truth...me too. Look, I'm no saint when it comes to talking while I'm driving. I become a super cautious 100 year old granny in the right hand lane when I'm on the cell phone. I drive so slow evolution is passing me out. Plus, I keep the conversation very, very short. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I caused an accident or even worse!

So my question is why do we do it? Why do we answer the little cricket when it rings? We know that it isn't that important. We know it can wait. However, the little hyperactive voice( who is in dire need of medication) tells us to do it. So, against all common sense, we submit to the calling ( literally). We are just mindless zombies to the technical cyber-world.

I guess we are creatures that love to put ourselves in harms way. Well, I got to go, since it's getting harder to type while I'm driving and I'm on a conference call. Just kidding. Keep safe and dream big!