Me:Oh shit! I'm sorry! Wait, they can't hear me...
Them:Um, chill out girl we are at a red light. I just assume that this is what they thought/said
Now I feel embarrassed and weird, like they (these nameless/faceless) strangers think I'm some kind of psycho with road rage in my huge gas-guzzling 21 year-old Pathfinder.
Why do I even care what they think?
How come I can't help but care?
Is it human nature, or just me?
And also, here is my outfit from yesterday:
H&M shirt, Promod dress, thrifted CK belt, Liz Claiborne tights, BP flats