Of everything I wrote about yesterday, what I’ve been most cautious of is the moment someone would piss me off enough that I would blow up. That happened. Except instead of a rash yelling, I thought for a few minutes of the words to use that wouldn’t make the jerk feel defensive and their timing. Just as a load of people boarded the bus I said, “Dude, you’re taking up 3 seats! Do you really need 3 seats?” He glanced over his shoulder at me as I sat behind him staring back while he gradually removed his dusty sneakers and bag from the seats across from him.
I suppose social justice is a productive way to use hypervigilance. It felt good to yell.