Blessing in disguise

I've always wanted to be a boy. I've said this a million times to my father, who always tells me that he, for one, is very thankful that I turned out to be a girl. When I asked him why, he said if I had been a boy, I'd probably be in jail by now. 

The scary part is, I think he's right. Yesterday as I was driving to work, I passed by this stretch of road that was under construction, with the result that there were re-drawn lines on the road so that I wasn't very sure which exact lane I should be on. Let's assume for purposes of this story that I was on the wrong lane. There was a guy with a family in the car who honked furiously at me and as he overtook me he showed me his middle finger very aggressively and for a split second I just saw red.

The only thing that stopped me from over reacting was the fact that if I got into a physical fight with this moron I would lose because I do not have any weapons with me, I do not have any kind of fighting skills, and yes, because I am a woman and therefore physically weaker than a man. Had I been a man, however, I would probably have over the years sufficiently equipped myself so that the man who showed me the finger would have lost it for good. Or more.

This is just one of many, many times that I saw red for a split second - enough to hurt, maim, kill, demolish, destroy. But I never acted on it. Because I am fully aware of my physical limitations.

So I guess my father was right. It's a good thing I turned out to be a girl.