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19 February 2018

What I have learned from road rage

Written by
Zafer Achi

I spend more time in cars than I wish –sitting at the wheel, in the passenger seat, or in the back seat–in places where drivers obey, on a good day, the rules of the jungle. Beirut, where I grew up, is arguably the world’s capital of car acrobatics. It’s the only city I know where drivers routinely use major thoroughfares against the flow of traffic (and often survive). Dubai, my current home, boasts the highest density of sports cars on the planet, while accommodating the greatest diversity of incompatible driving cultures, and indulging drivers with roads wide enough and good enough to allow everyone the full expression of their racing talents. No wonder that road rage has been an indefectible companion of mine for as long as I remember.

A few days ago, after falling prey to a particularly egregious maneuver by another driver, I noticed what was not happening to me then (and used to happen to me in the past): I was not muttering expletives; I was not wagging my fist; I was not trying to get even. Yes, my heart was pounding, I was short of breath, and my brow was sweating–but those were symptoms of fear, not rage.

Upon further reflection, it dawned on me that I had not had a serious road rage episode for a while. I felt much relief, like when an unpleasant, ear-splitting music that has been blaring for a while suddenly stops.  I realized how much this simple change had improved the quality of my life.

As I looked back on the recent past, I tried to recall as many instances of offensive driving as I possibly could to try and parse out what had changed in me. I noticed that in almost all cases, I had actively imagined a benign rationale for the behavior of the offensive driver, a different story than the one that came automatically to mind, a story that explained and possibly justified their act. It did not matter that the story was true–I had no way of checking anyway. All that mattered was that the story was plausible enough to account for the aggravating behavior. A couple of examples might help make the point:

  • In the afternoon rush hour traffic, I am half way through a long line of cars practically stalled as we exit the highway to loop through an interchange. A middle-aged woman in an SUV speeds in the adjacent lane, spots a space that opens up when our line starts moving and swerves her car into it, undercutting two thirds of the line and sparing herself several minutes of queuing. My first instinct is of course to think of her as an entitled (hmm) princess.  But what if –I ask myself– she was rushing to pick up her son from the school infirmary after he hurt himself during recess?
  • It is my early morning training routine. I park my car, I cross the street towards the gym. A small, battered car driven by a disheveled young man in a work overall cuts my path, speeding through the zebra crossing. My first instinct is to bedevil the road ethos of wherever this reckless driver comes from. But what if –I wonder– he was a recently arrived immigrant trying desperately not to show up to work late during his first month in the job?

If the simple discipline of looking for a different, benign and plausible story can help us escape the vortex of road rage, it probably has the potential of helping us in many other situations where we are also subject to rigid attributions, and therefore prone to respond in unhelpful ways.

Indeed, as I scanned my life, I saw how transferable this practice is to similar relational contexts – where the presumed offender is a total stranger or is someone whom I do not regard as a peer in maturity: a teller; a customs officer; a teenager.

But I also noted with some consternation how difficult I find it to extract myself from the grip of negative stories in order to consider benign alternatives when the relational context shifts: the richer my relationship with the presumed offender, the more stuck I am in my habitual negative stories; the more maturity I expect of the presumed offender, the more reticent I am to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Are we therefore condemned to live at home and at work with their milder but perhaps more insidious versions of road rage? Or can we evolve a discipline of imagining different stories in the heat of the moment even with our closest relatives, friends and colleagues?

I would like to believe that we can. Here is a little routine I am experimenting with:

  1. Pay attention to my inner voice: as soon as I hear it use expletives, blame, accusations I know that I have an opportunity to imagine a different story
  2. Give myself space: I need to stop my habitual train of thought or it will culminate in a rigid attribution. Closing my eyes and taking two or three breaths in and out of my belly acts as a pause button and offers me the space to reorient my mind
  3. Allow my compassion and imagination to work together and create a different, plausible and benign story
  4. Rest in that story and watch equanimity wash back through me

Join me and see. Perhaps we can learn from each other.

3 thoughts on “What I have learned from road rage”

  1. Cliff Scott says:

    Lovely essay! Embedded in the ideas of interrupting the flow of rage and imagining an acceptable explanation for unacceptable behavior are the concepts of compassion and forgiveness, I think. And underlying those two, I think are a recognition of what we must forgive in ourselves: the moments when we have engaged in similar behaviors, believing them to be justified (whether or not they were, in fact) and thus supporting our self-righteous behavior. Seeing ourselves objectively, may be a requirement before there is room to see the “other” objectively as well. But when we can, then it seems to me we are on the road to having the capacity to release from our own rage and stress.

  2. Lindsay says:

    I have read this reflection several times and find it so helpful. Thank you for posting it.

  3. Lissa Pohl says:

    A very great reminder about the importance of creating a bit of space, a pause, between our emotional response and possible other/alternative explanations of what might be happening “to us”. It seems to be a very solid step in being able to bridge the disconnect most of us feel between each other these days around our entrenched political ideologies etc. I am just hoping that your suggestion above in # 2 about ‘closing your eyes’ is not while you are driving! ;-))

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