Mad at Him or Mad at YOU?

I remember a specific time a couple of years ago that someone just pulled out in front of me trying to turn left and get in the small space between my car and the next. Of course I was in a hurry as I was running late. And of course I had to brake and subsequently missed the next light after he got through.

I wasn't happy. But I remember so well because I intentionally stopped myself and looked inside. Why am I feeling this way? Probably the guy was an idiot, so what? Probably he was in a hurry like me. Maybe he was even later. Maybe his appointment was crucial. Who knows? It really wasn't about me.

So why was I feeling this way? As I honestly searched my feelings, I saw that I was upset because I was upset with myself for being late. I was afraid of looking bad.