Ever since I tore my ACL I have been driving into DC for work.  I used to be a super cautious [read: pansey] driver, I'd keep at least 3 car lengths between myself and the car in front; but recently I noticed that distance quickly shortened to one car length.  Once I made that realization, I began observing my other driving habits.

I used to hate assholes that would cut me off, but from the months of practice in frustrating DC traffic, I became that asshole.  I'd still signal, but I'd do any thing to squeeze into the lane I want and dare the other driver to hit me... terrible.

What really tipped me off was what happened today... while trying to make a lane change, a car in that lane sped up to block me off, I very naturally flipped him the bird and held it there.  Wow.

Terrible, I know...