Curse of the Aggressive Driver

There was a man named Chris Hodges, who was an extremely aggressive driver, and had extreme anger problems. His driving aggression was so bad; people in his ward have asked the bishop to talk about his behavior on the road with him. Eventually, the bishop had talked with him over three times, yet nothing had changed.

One day, the man on the back of the Kansas CD Audio Visions was riding his bike, in the bike lane of a road. Chris happened to be taking that road, driving in the left lane. There was an elderly driver turning left onto that road, which pretty much cut off Chris. Chris slammed on his horn, sped up, merged into the right lane, and sped past her while screaming curses at her. In the process of speeding past her, Chris’s side mirror hit the man on the back of Audio Visions in the arm. This caused him to lose his balance, and fall off his bike. An eye witness to this action, Catherine Berkeley, had once been a victim of this same action. She uttered under her breath, “I hope something happens to him to make  him realize his stupid actions.

She walked up to the man on the back of Audio Visions, to see if he needed help. As soon as she was almost there, he jumped up, got on his bike, and snorted at the woman while nodding his head in a jerky manner. He then sped off, as if nothing happened.

Catherine was unaware that the man on the back of Audio Visions had heard what she said. It was because of these unusual circumstances, Catherine’s wish was about to come true.

Chris entered a Blockbuster parking lot. He saw the parking spot he wanted. As soon as he approached, another car took it. His face turned bright red, and he could feel the anger overcome him. He honked, and screamed to the driver that took the spot, “Hey! Get back in your darn car, and get the heck out of this parking spot!”

The other driver was so intimidated, she did what he said. As soon as she was about to leave, he flipped her off, and cursed at her. Chris was completely unaware that the man from the back of Audio Visions, was hiding on his bike off to the side of the store, and he had witnessed everything that happened. It was at this point, that the strange man decided to curse Chris.

The man on the back of the Kansas CD Audio Visions never talked. He was always riding his bike and listening to music. He had long black hair, and a mustache. Rumor has it that this man has strange powers, and is able to curse people.

Chris entered Blockbuster. He saw that there was still a bunch of copies of Two For the Money, the movie he planned on checking out. The line was short, which was convenient, because Chris was still feeling angry about the incident earlier.

Chris turned out of the parking lot, and drove in the right lane. Eventually that lane would run out, and he would have to merge. Chris checked his mirror, and started merging. A black Honda sped up, and honked at him, refusing to let him merge. Chris was steamed.

Whenever this happened to Chris in the past, he would follow the car, and do something to get vengeance. One time, he followed someone that did this to him, waited until he got out of his vehicle, and screamed curses at him, and punched him in the face. He was charged a fine for this action, and no longer used physical abuse, but increased his verbal abuse.

Chris was extremely furious at the driver of the Honda. He proceeded to accelerate, so he could follow him. Chris noticed his right leg was getting extremely stiff. He could not accelerate. He pulled over, and checked his leg. As soon as he stopped, his leg was no longer stiff. He thought this was really weird, and was mad, because he lost the driver of the Honda.

Whenever Chris lost contact of someone he planned on verbally abusing, he felt extremely sorry for himself, and often threw a tantrum in his car. Chris screamed in anger as loud as he possibly could, and started screaming curse words. He had an impossibly hard time knowing that someone got away with crossing him. When this happened, he felt he had to make up for it by not letting someone merge, just like he was a victim of.

He drove to a traffic light, where the right lane would eventually merge left. He was happy, because he saw some cars in the right lane. He usually drove right to the side of a vehicle wanting to merge, and then as they came close to him, he honked, flipped them off, and screamed a curse word at them. This caused a few of them to have to slam on their brakes, or slow way down.

The light turned green, and Chris began to accelerate. He could see the run-out lane now, and had a target to “not let merge”. Chris kept driving right by the other driver, and planned on doing what he always did. Suddenly Chris’s right foot lifted off the gas, and went on the brakes. Chris was scared, because he was not controlling this. He looked up, and saw he was lagging a bit behind his target. Suddenly Chris’s right arm raised, and he was giving his target the “merge in” sign. Chris tried as hard as he could to scream and curse, but his face was completely frozen.

Chris had never felt more sick in his life. The image of letting that driver merge kept playing in his mind, and it was bringing physical pain to him. Chris pulled over and started vomiting outside his car. He had never felt more sorry for himself in his life. It took fifteen minutes until he had the energy to go back in his car and go home. On his way home, he kept seeing the terrifying image of letting the other car merge. When he got home, he started crying.

Chris had a psychological disorder that he was unaware of. He felt overly-sensitive to anything a driver did to cross him in any way. He felt there had to be justice in all things on the road. If he caught somebody getting away with doing something stupid on the road, or doing something aggressive, he felt extreme anger, and caused him to hate life. His bishop had recommended he see a therapist, but that just made Chris laugh his head off, so his bishop gave up.

The next day Chris was feeling better, but could still see the traumatic image quite vividly. He was somewhat hesitant to go back in his car, but figured it was a one time thing, and was unlikely to happen again.

On his way to work, he was in the right lane, and saw a biker in the distance. He felt deep hate for bikers, and never weaved left to give them room. Whenever a biker got in his way, he honked at them and flipped them off.

One night there was a story on the news on how too many times drivers don’t give bikers enough room. This story caused Chris to lose his temper, and he started throwing things around the house, and beat on the walls. Chris hated bikers, and felt the story was made just to make him mad.

Chris was getting close to the biker. He felt if a biker was too close to the road, and he hit them, it was their fault for being stupid, and it was justified. Chris felt his hands moving left, and his speed decreasing. Chris tried once again to scream, but his face was frozen again. He had just weaved left, and “cautiously” gave the biker room. He had never felt worse in his entire life.

On his way to the grocery store, he kept trying to convince himself that it didn’t really happen, that he really just kept going straight. Eventually, he was feeling better, and was almost convinced it was just his imagination. He found a parking spot he wanted to park in at the grocery store, and approached it. As soon as he started parking, he saw a shopping cart was in his way.

Chris always lost it over this. He would always park somewhere else, and find the nearest shopping cart, and push it as hard as he could towards the store. This often caused the shopping cart to slam into the curb, and sometimes tip over. The customers that noticed this were too afraid of him to do anything, even some of the more aggressive customers.

Chris yelled, “I don’t believe this!” He parked just two spaces away, and got out of his car. He tried to slam the door, but it seemed a lot heavier than usual. This caused it to shut softly. He was too upset about the shopping cart to notice this much, and was right by the cart. The next thing he knew, he was walking away from the shopping cart stalls. A terrible surge of shock overcame him. He had just taken a shopping cart, and walked it over to the stalls slowly.

He saw another shopping cart left in a parking area. He was so upset, he planned on walking the shopping cart over to the side of the store, and banging it against the brick wall as hard as he could.

As soon as he reached the shopping cart, he noticed he was slowly walking it to the stalls again. He couldn’t believe this. He was unable to release any form of his anger at all. Immediately he decided he needed to see a therapist, because he had never felt worse in his life, and he thought maybe he was going crazy.

He called his local hospital, and asked to see if there were any therapists. They transferred him to human resources.

“Human resources, this is Kim”

“Hi, I was wondering if I could set up an appointment with someone.”

“How soon would you like to see them?”

“The sooner the better”

“I can set you up with Dr. Catherine Berkeley tomorrow at 9:00, would that work?”

“Yes, that would be great, thanks”

Chris went home, and decided not to go anywhere the rest of the day. He was exhausted, and decided to go to bed earlier.

The next day, he got up, and proceeded to go to his appointment. He felt similar to an extremely thirsty person; extremely uncomfortable, and anxious to relieve his pain. His mind was so focused on therapy, he barely noticed his driving on the way there.

He explained everything to Catherine Berkeley, how he had always taken out his anger by throwing things around the house, punching walls, and being aggressive on the road. She told them that it was good that he came, and told him ways to appropriately deal with his anger, as well as the suggestion of seeing a psychiatrist for medication. Chris was in too much pain to go against anything she said, so he immediately saw a psychiatrist.

As soon as he started taking medication, and following instructions on better ways to deal with anger, he noticed he was becoming a happier person. He no longer used aggressive driving, or throwing things to relieve his anger.