I yelled at some delivery guy because he asked me to move my car. I was parked in a loading zone, but I didn't care; I yelled right back at him. We both got out of our vehicles and approached one another. He pointed to the sign, which clearly stated it was a loading zone... and I pointed to nothing. I had not a leg to stand on, but that didn't deter me from demeaning the guy. I'm sure he was too busy for my shit. I told him to "go back to fucking work loading those boxes," as he walked away and I moved my car. I feel like shit now. I've just been stressed out lately and really depressed, and in my mind, I kind of wanted him to kick my ass... I wouldn't have fought that hard. I need something different in my mundane day-to-day. I want to feel alive again. I feel so numb these days. A beatdown would have at least been something... I would have felt something. I was a complete and utter asshole, but for reasons that driver and passerby will never know.—Anonymous