We get so angry at the stupidest things.

And it’s a good thing.

I was following a slow driver this afternoon. Painfully slow, driving far below the limit on a backroad on the outskirts of the city.

It was infuriating.

But why? Had we gone faster, we’d probably have ended up stopped at a red light sooner or later. I was in no hurry, I wasn’t late for an appointment or in some desperate need of a washroom.

I caught myself in this state of rage and the feeling passed almost instantly. I almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.

I began thinking of all the times I’ve seen people losing their minds over the most mundane things. A woman yelling at a barista for making her order wrong, or an older man visibly angered at the pace of the checkout line.

It’s a sign of how good we have it.

We’re infuriated by the small things because we have little else to be mad about.