Whenever I’m driving and I have to get in front of somebody, I always expect them to follow me and see where I’m going. I don’t know why I expect them to but I always do. Like I want to justify why I just cut in front of them. I get so unreasonably angry when they turn the other way or I slow down a little if they get too far behind. I don’t know why I expect them to follow me and see where I’m going. When someone cuts in front of me, I don’t try and follow them. I’m not sure if its because I think the whole world revolves around me (and Obama), or because I feel so bad for cutting in front of them, that I want them to follow me and think “oh, she’s going home and she needs to turn this way” or “oh, she’s a student and she’s going to the college”.Â