Whenever a narcissist is caught in traffic, what happens? It’s as if a demonic spirit takes over. You see them gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, honking incessantly, weaving in and out of lanes as if the road belongs to them. They become rash drivers who either push past every car like it’s a competition or drive erratically in ways that put everyone around them at risk. Their tolerance for waiting evaporates the moment they’re forced to sit in the same mess as everyone else. For ordinary people, traffic is annoying, sure, but it’s a shared annoyance. For narcissists, it is an insult. They feel humiliated being forced to stop, trapped in a sea of equals, stripped of their imaginary crown.
So, they lash out. They roll down windows to curse at strangers. They’re ready to pick fights on the road over the smallest slight. Every red light feels like a personal attack to them. Every delay feels like the universe mocking them. Where most of us see traffic as inevitable, they see it as war. They cannot stand in their lane—not just literally but symbolically. The road, with its structure and order, becomes unbearable for them.
This is the first place you see how everyday life strips away their mask. Nothing reveals the narcissist faster than how they behave when they’re stuck in traffic with no escape, when the world does not bend for them.
Number Two: Waiting
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