The Great Indicator Rebellion (and Why It’s Ruining My Mood)

Ah, indicators. Those tiny levers of civilisation. The flick of a wrist that says, “Fear not, fellow traveller, I am about to veer left”. Yep, those levers are apparently optional.

Every day, I watch drivers swerving, merging, and turning telepathically. No indicator, no warning, just vibes. It’s like we’re all contestants on Guess That Lane!

Why Skip the Blink?

Let’s break down the psychology of the non-indicating driver:

·        Too cool for courtesy: Indicators are for peasants. These drivers operate on pure instinct and ego.

·        Forgot they exist: Maybe the lever is shy or on strike.

·        Secret agents: Classified manoeuvres and can’t risk blowing their cover.

·        Rebels without a cause: Rules? What rules? 

Honestly, it’s confusing, chaotic and mildly threatening.

Why It Drives Me Insane

Well, here’s the kicker: indicators matter most right now. This time of year, when the skies are moody, the rain relentless, yes, people, our summer rainfall season. Not just that, but everyone’s rushing to finish the last of their errands before the holidays. Roads are slick, tempers are short, and patience is thinner than the tread on a neglected tyre. A single blink can cut through the drizzle, the chaos.

It’s not just about safety (though, hello, kind of important). It’s about principle. The social contract. The unspoken agreement that we’re all trying to get somewhere without dying or losing our minds.

Using your indicator says, “I see you. I respect you. I’m not a menace.” Not using it says, “I’m the main character. You’re just background.” When you’re already juggling life’s chaos, that one rogue lane change feels like the universe flipping you off.

Recipe for Roadside Disaster

These non-indicating transgressors are but only one ingredient in my Roadside Disaster recipe that I'm about to share with you.

Let’s add some seasoning: bad weather, broken traffic lights, potholes, and a generous sprinkle of road rage. Voilà: chaos casserole.

Ingredients:

·        Non-indicating drivers

·        Torrential rain or fog

·        Traffic lights on strike

·        Potholes, extra deep and wide

·        Simmering road rage 

Method:

·        Preheat the streets with bad weather until visibility is reduced to “guesswork.”

·        Toss in drivers who refuse to indicate and watch the confusion rise like steam.

·        Fold in broken traffic lights for maximum uncertainty.

·        Sprinkle potholes generously across all lanes.

·        Stir in road rage until the mixture boils over.

Serving suggestion: Best enjoyed with clenched fists, muttered curses, and the soundtrack of beeping horns.

My Modest Proposal

So, let’s bring back the blink at the very least. Use your indicator like it’s a wink, a nod, a polite “I’m about to do something mildly unpredictable, and I care enough to warn you.”

Because kindness isn’t complicated. It’s a flick of the wrist.

Closing Rant

So, blink like it's foreplay, like it's poetry, like you actually see the rest of us out here. Because in the end, it’s not just about driving, it’s about kindness, and kindness, my friends, is contagious.

And remember:

Indicators: because mind-reading is still not a thing.