"They say he's a radical, he don't fit the game
A heart full of glory and a fist of pain
A couple of battle scars but shit's the same
Are you not entertained?"
-Common (Gladiator)

 Recently, I have adopted a slight zen-Buddhist perspective towards violence, physical extremism, revenge, and intolerance... unfortunately/fortunately, I experienced the first 2 tests of my dedication to passive mind control today.  First test: I was told to pick my brother up from school at 12:30... I arrived, waited twenty minutes while occupying myself driving back and forth aimlessly through the parking lot, and then decided to leave.  While I was leaving, I recognized that I was leaving because I was fed up... so I turned around to give it one more shot, hoping that Alan went to his pick-up point as I was driving away.  No cigar.  So decided to head back to the casa.  On my way, I happened to be driving in my appropriate lane, when an ignorant **** decided to jump into my lane right before I hit an intersection (meaning he/she crossed the solid white line).  This forced me to stop, VERY ABRUPTLY (I'm pretty sure I heard screeching), I then gracefully pressed my horn and beeped the beep out of this rude/careless human being.  I could've EASILY died at that very moment if I didn't possess reaction speed similar to that of The Flash.  So instead of bitching about the situation, I praised my reflexes, was grateful that I was still alive, and VERY grateful that I still have evidence to prove that I am indeed a better driver than most of the cowards running haywire on the roads.  Alright, rant over.  Now ponder this... Is it better to be early or late? Does the outcome depend on whoever cares more? I could've been waiting impatiently for half an hour, but if my brother was waiting half an hour... which is worse?