Jordanian temper

We in Jordan breathe fire. Our tempers hit the ceiling roof; reach the boiling point. Hot steam and wasted energy are the bursts of a big balloon we all are sometimes. Whether we are driving, shopping, or jogging we are preys to our own vulnerable tempers. We are owned by our sharp tempers. It is clear to me that sometimes we don't even see how trivial the matter is. Sadly, anything switches our buttons.

I suspect we are the result of an unfortunate accumulation of endless wrongs. The conditions of a man is in fact his maker. I mean consider the following facts; the average Jordanian smokes heavily, do not regularly exercise, has an unhealthy diet and most of the times earns less than he spends. All of these are common factors for an urban madman, or aren’t they? But then again there are some of us who earn more, beautifully eat and exercise and yet fume over why he or she was cut off on the road! I have witnessed some angry faces on the road the last couple of months here that were no joke at all. In fact they were close to psychotic. And I know of occasions where for example a road rage turned to races that killed people.

What is the real chemical that fuses the Jordanian mind, I don’t know! Albeit, I feel it is in the air everywhere; like an electron begging for a nucleus to explode. What is it that makes people in Jordan jumpy? Why don’t we just chill?! Lay back and breathe quietly when things get frantic? Why do we really have to be stiff about everything.