My Daily Nightmare - Traffic Jams

Time is money they say, so you can really imagine how much money I've wasted sitting in my car during a traffic jam.

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If my own country is a problem I don't think I want to be in a New York traffic jam.

Day after day, every single day without an exception I find myself stuck in the same soul-crushing nightmare of traffic jams.

It’s rather like a never-ending circle of anger and hopelessness that seems to have no way out in sight.

The instant I step into my car, dread begins building within me as I know what lies ahead, driving through streets clogged with cars, the daily usual boring road dosage.

What is worse is that it has become a daily routine, not just a one-time occurrence.

Oh no, gridlock is habitual now; it reminds us every day how poorly managed our transport system is. Whether it is night or day, wherever I may be going there will always be traffic on the road waiting to spoil my mood.

Sitting in my vehicle at snail’s pace thoughts begin forming about things that could keep me occupied if only this were not happening.

My family requires my presence and attention because they want to spend their time with me while others are busy resting in their houses or even cramming in some extra assignments. However, instead of any of these activities I am wedged amidst cars hooting and exhaling smoke endless line.

And I don’t even want to talk about the drivers around me. It is as if they have all forgotten how to properly drive a car. These people are cutting me off, driving in different lanes, hooting at their horns so that traffic can disappear miraculously- enough provocation to make my blood boil.

The most enraging thing though is the helplessness resulting from being stuck in traffic. There’s nothing I can do to change this situation, no way to rush things or get past the jam. I am a subject of traffic gods who seem not like me.

I have done everything possible to avoid traffic snarl-ups such us using alternative routes, changing times and leaving either very early or late but it appears that none of these matter. Sometimes it seems like I am doomed to lead out remaining days in endless loop of resentment and hopelessness.

Therefore, I still bear the daily nightmare of traffic jams with resignation that I am a road hostage. However, remember these words: one time I shall break loose from this endless congestion and when it happens how will my heart rejoice.

Meanwhile, I will continue to rant and complain every now and then in the hope that someday someone will take me seriously.

My worst fear is if autonomous driving becomes a thing and we don't introduce it the right way. More people will spend more time on the road since driving becomes as easy as nothing. Everyone is driven autonomously and no one wants Uber share that much so a lot more cars will be on the road.

So in the end, it seems to me that more hell awaits. We're in 2024 and I'm complaining this much, I wonder what I would say in 2040.