Overheard in my office today:

I’m italian…I have rage, I’m going to end up in trouble some day. You should hear me when I drive, I curse like a sailor.

This matronly woman (in age and appearance, not behavior), proceded to justify her attitude toward other drivers and to recount with glee the tactics she utilizes to prevent other cars from merging into her lane. If it isn’t perfectly clear already, the tone of her monologue was boastful, not remorseful.

C.S. Lewis once said:

Human beings, all over the earth, have this curious idea that they ought to behave in a certain way, and can’t really get rid of it.

I wonder if we, as a society, are starting to shed that little voice.