Intermittent Explosive Disorder
That’s right folks, there is a new disorder that can be medicated away so that you can live happily ever after.
Driving to work this morning, I was listening to NPR, and one of the stories was about road rage and how some people tend to respond to certain situations on the road in a disproportionately violent or angry manner. Of course as I was listening the story multiple cars tried to squeeze in front of my car in an attempt to gain access to the secret fast moving lane that I was in moving at 5 miles per hour. Of course this is nothing to go ballistic about, and my lack of desire to ram my car into the morons that insist on changing lanes every few seconds, in pursuit of the ever-out-of-reach open Los Angeles freeway lane, seemed to indicate (based on the NPR report) that I was free of this awful disorder of which I had never heard. I was not going to have to stop by the psychiatrists office on the way to work to get a prescription to treat my intermittent explosive disorder.
This got me thinking, as I covered fifteen miles of freeway in a span of one hour and twenty minutes, that perhaps I did have at least a hint of the intermittent explosivity (please tell me how this is not a word) since once in a while I do mutter a colorful word or two under my breath (these are potentially signs of IED) as I watch a gentleman reading a newspaper, or a lady putting on makeup using the mirror located on the visor driving down the freeway next to me. Or perhaps I am just worrying too much, and that I have no disorder after all, and that my angry reaction to incessant stupidity is as natural as my tendency to be smile at the sight of a cute puppy.