My days have been going swimmingly.  I've found that some of the sweetest feelings of the day—and I probably owe this to polishing my down-nod—are those little momentary interactions I have with other human beings, when I get over judging someone at first sight—those are little tests by the Big Guy, I fail them often but it's okay—and simply see them—or fuck that, when I don't even have time for the former and I'm in my car and he's in his car, and...and we're both trying to let each other go first, but end up conceding to each other at the same time and almost crash into each other, and we're both genuine and flabbergasted and it doesn't matter if it's imported or domestic and who's supporting what economy, and we try again and almost crash again—it's wonderful, and laughing, and feelings! ...Apologies, I like making apologies.   If I don't see a pedestrian quick enough, it gives me a chance to interact with him...a wicked side of me wants to run over the next bloke—I mean, as far as he knows, it'll be an accident—and I can get out of the car and apologize to him standing up—well, I'd be standing up, but I'd help him up.  I mean, it's just a love bump for christ sake; it's not like he's going to break a shoulder.  I could throw him in the back of my car and take him home and feed him soup.  And sometimes, when I'm in a line at a convenience mart, I'll ask a light-hearted question aloud to myself, and see if the lady in front of me turns around, and who knows maybe we could spark up some banter...