Someday, possibly under the influence of extra hormones from birth control or just general pressure, I am going to snap. And then I am going to start smacking people around, starting with the ones who are talking on their cell phones in the library. And then I’ll start causing property damage to the cars who stop in the crosswalks or try to turn into parking lots with blatant disregard of the fact that neither I nor my bike are constructed of titanium.