Never Too Much

 Yo, 

This morning started strangely.  On the way to work, I realized I was screaming at traffic again.  Alone.  In my car.  Irate.

I got to work, and tried tuning out the gossi£p, but I failed.  I should know better.

I honestly think getting a motorcycle can help with the commute and my happiness levels overall.

I'm in this office and carrying this long ass route, and everybody here has been brainwashed/conditioned into thinking they have to work like dramatic maniacs just to get the job done.  

I take my breaks, drive at a safe speed, but they gossip about me saying I'm conspiring against management.  It's not right.  Like, they don't even know me, but they adhere to the gossip and have constructed this misperception of me, and they treat me like dogshit based off of this misperception.  

They're nuts.