After 7+ hours of driving, my fluster is not cheery.
Usually, when I get all jittery and unkept in the head, I’m annoying as heck, but pleasant. Frustration and anger at my stupid self is all directed inward (i.e. hitting myself over and over again for that punishing, ugly bruise.)
But put me behind the wheel for 1/3 of a day and my fluster turns all “Do Not Tread on Me!”
I’m mean, angry and detestable. My tongue strikes out, not in. Instead of bruising, I will claw at myself. (Thankfully, this has only happened twice, but that’s two-times too many.)
Anyhow, I can’t stand that about me.