What's With You, Man?

As I am driving, whether on the small streets of Huntsville or on the hustling, bustling freeways south of us, or anywhere in between, and I see the way other people act out on the roads, the line from the old Spaceballs movie often creeps into my mind: "What's with you, man?"

We drive crazy. We really do. We drive like we're headed to the most important thing in the world. And if anyone gets in our way, we go crazy, we succumb to what is known as road rage. And when we take a step back and really look at these habits . . . and ourselves . . . we see that it's all just a bit silly.

It's like the scene from the movie, The Gods Must Be Crazy. The movie is about an African tribe that is truly off the map: they have no modern technological advancements (though the movie was made probably 20 yrs ago); they actually live off the land, etc. The movie gives a short look at life in a modern city, sort of seen through their eyes. And what we see, when we take a step back, is people scurrying around, acting truly crazy on the freeway, for seemingly no good reason. 
What we see is ourselves.

And I say we because I am admittedly in there with everyone. I am no better than anyone else. Maybe the next time we see someone driving crazily or with road rage, instead of yelling, "What's with you, man?," perhaps we ought to ask ourselves the same question and begin to embody and model correct behavior . . . before we insist on it for others.

At least I know that's what I need to do.