This is mostly a rant, a little diatribe about the social nature of people. You know who they are, you probably complain about them several times a week. They’re the poor sad souls with the genetics for obstruction, some built-in radar for getting in the way, congregating at doorways, weaving in front of you as you try to walk by them, parking their cart in the supermarket to obstruct the whole aisle.
Or maybe the whole thing is random, a basic side-effect of small events, and a message from above to slow down, get in touch with priorities, take a moment to reflect. If so, I’m in trouble. I think of myself as patient but those idiots drive me mad. Pray for me!