can't sleep.

I usually don't have any problems sleeping, but ever since I got home from dinner, I've been feeling uneasy. As I watched Real Housewives of New York, I kept interrupting myself, trying to remember something I had maybe forgotten. Something just wasn't sitting right. Finally, I decided to get some shut eye, but again I had that ick feeling. After nudging Mr. O a few times to get him to stop snoring, I realized what was bothering me.

I headed out to dinner in the evening with some friends. Mr. O was driving and changed lanes. Apparently, he didn't see a motorcyclist also moving into the lane or driving in between the lanes...still unclear where the motorcyclist came from. I heard the motorcyclist yell all sorts of profanities as he sped by us. I thought, eh, no biggie. It's the city. People get emotional when driving. But then the guy stops in the middle of a fast moving street, a street where traffic flows for a good while before the light turns red. Since we were behind him, we were forced to stop suddenly. Cars were honking and raging behind us. The motocyclist all of a sudden rushed to the side and banged on the driver side window. Mr. O cracked the window open to hear what he had to say. The motorcyclist then sticks his hand into the car, as if he's about to break the window. He was yelling, threatening us, swearing. He said we almost killed him. As usual, I had to get the last word in. I told him it wasn't smart of him to stop in the middle of a fast moving street and that he was putting himself in real danger at that point.

Not smart, Stella.

The guy went ballistic. He tried to reach in to the car to grab at us, started punching the window. Nuts! He finally got back onto his motorcycle and drove off with the passenger seated behind him. I got his license plate number and tried to call the police. Of course, my trusty iphone had zero reception or internet connection. The other 3 iphones in the car weren't working either.

We went to dinner and attempted to forget the nut job that almost ruined the evening. While I was laying in bed, I realized that lunatic had really gotten under my skin. I have never, ever been faced with such a scary person. For a few minutes, I think I honestly feared for my life. What if he had a gun or used a weapon on us?

As I go over the whole scene in my head again, I'm realizing that the back seat passenger on the motorcycle never even flinched. She never turned around to see what was going on, never tried to stop him or yell at us from her seat. While he was punching and banging our car window, she stayed on the motorcycle and looked straight ahead, as if this was all the usual thing for her. Kind of makes me wonder what she deals with...

I just don't understand people sometimes. Some of us are so incredibly genuine and good, and then there are some of us that are just truly ugly. I feel bothered. I don't like letting things like this go. I feel like I have to "make it right" somehow. I want to file a police report, but if I call tomorrow, what will it accomplish? I think I'll just be prolonging this icky feeling.