I've come to the realization that I've had it all wrong.

You see, for the second day in a row, I have come home from work, looked at the clock and thought: "I just put in a 12-hour day! What am I, crazy?"

What I should really be thinking is: "Wow -- I drove 60 miles of highway and I made it to work and back home unscathed!"

I'm sure I've just jinxed myself, but after witnessing some of the most reckless driving that I have ever seen in almost two decades of driving, I wonder: How do I survive the commute?

On my way toward the highway, I was approaching an intersection that had a green light, and I was going straight through. Apparently, someone going in the other direction (who also had a green light) decided to try to make a left turn before I and the car in the lane next to me reached the intersection. Well, he didn't quite make it. The car next to me swerved to miss him, but ended up hitting the front passenger side. I swerved to miss the car one lane over -- and I did. Whew. Close call.

If that wasn't stressful enough, as I made my way down the highway, I caught, out of the corner of my eye, a car speeding into my lane from the right. He pulled only as far into my lane as he needed to pass the person in front of him in the lane next to mine. I then watched as he criss-crossed the six lanes, back and forth -- even using the shoulder at one point -- until he was out of sight. I can't say for sure how fast he was going, but I know I was doing 70, so you do the math. It was either a race I wasn't a part of or someone was really late for work.

Or, maybe it was just a bad driver.

What do you think?