Tuesday Tea: Diary of an Angry Driver

Yes, hi. Hello. I am an angry driver.

And before you judge me, let me explain. I’m not out here causing drama or road rage incidents (most of the time), but I am the person who will loudly sigh, curse under my breath, and give a very dramatic eye-roll when you cut into my lane without signaling. It’s personal. It’s spiritual. It’s every morning.

I love long drives, like the cruising-with-music, windows-down, no-traffic kind of drive. But driving to work every single day in KL? Nah. That’s a different beast entirely. And yet, here I am doing it for over a year now. I deserve a medal… or a massage voucher, at least.

---

From Public Transport to Personal Torture

Life used to be simple.

I took public transport. I listened to my favorite songs. I scrolled TikTok. I even dozed off in peace. But now? My workplace is nowhere near an LRT station, and I refuse to risk my career timeline on the roulette wheel that is public buses.

So, like it or not... I drive.

And let me tell you, driving in KL is not for the faint-hearted. You need grit. You need reflexes. You need a playlist that shifts from lo-fi to aggressive EDM in 3 seconds because the emotional rollercoaster is real.

---

Every Morning: The Same Lie

I wake up, tell myself,

“Today, we’re going to be calm. Just breathe. Don’t let anyone get to you.”

Cue:

• The Myvi that thinks they’re in F1.

• The van that cuts across 3 lanes with zero signal.

• The motorcyclist who appears out of thin air.

• And that one car that decides to brake in the middle of a clear lane for no reason at all.

Every. Single. Morning.

By the time I reach the office, I’m not just physically tired. I’m emotionally drained from being a functioning adult in a battlefield of chaos.

---

The Problem? I Don’t Even Like Being a Passenger

You’d think I’d love being a passenger princess, right? Let someone else take the wheel while I chill and sip my overpriced matcha. Wrong.

I judge people’s driving. I get nervous. I brake with my invisible passenger pedal. So yeah, it’s a lose-lose situation for me. I hate driving, but I also hate not driving. What a life.

---

So… What Now?

Honestly? I’m tired. Driving to work every day for a whole year has taught me why I avoided this life for so long. It’s mentally exhausting to always be on guard, always be calculating, always be annoyed.

So if you’re reading this and nodding along, tell me...

How do you survive the daily drive?

What keeps you calm on the road?

Is there a secret Spotify playlist that fixes road rage? Because I’m this close to finding another job that's located near an LRT/MRT Station.

---

I don’t have a solution yet, I just needed to rant. This is my diary entry for the week. But maybe writing this is my first step toward healing. Or at least toward fewer mental arguments with reckless drivers.

Until then… I’ll be in my car. Breathing deeply. Eye-rolling with love.