The Inner Monologue

Ah, infrastructure—the silent, crumbling backbone of society that we all love to ignore until it personally inconveniences us. Nothing unites humanity quite like our collective rage at potholes, rotting bridges, and public transit that moves slower than a sedated sloth. Yet, the second anyone suggests fixing these problems, the outcry is deafening.

“The Roads Are Terrible!”

Yes, Karen, we know. Your suspension has been sacrificed to the asphalt gods, and your morning commute now includes an involuntary off-roading experience. You post angrily on Nextdoor, demanding immediate action. “Why doesn’t the city DO something?!”

“Wait, Not Like That!”

And then—miracle of miracles—the city does something. They announce a repair project! The roads will be smooth! The bridges will stay upright! The trains might even arrive on time!

Cue the outrage.

• “They’re closing a lane?! But that’s MY lane!”
• “Construction at 7 AM? That’s basically a war crime.”
• “Why is this taking so long? Just fix it faster!” (Ah yes, because infrastructure is built with magic and wishes, not physics and permits.)

Suddenly, the very people who demanded better roads are now furious that better roads require temporary inconvenience. The same commuters who cursed the potholes now curse the cones, the workers, the detours—anything but their own refusal to tolerate a minor disruption for long-term gain.

The Eternal Cycle of Human Hypocrisy

1. Ignore infrastructure until it’s actively trying to kill you.
2. Demand immediate repairs, but only if they happen invisibly, overnight, with no traffic impact.
3. Complain endlessly when reality dares to interfere with this fantasy.
4. Repeat until civilization collapses.

So here we are, trapped in a hell of our own making—where we’d rather swerve around the same pothole for a decade than sit in a detour for two weeks. Because nothing is more unbearable than the solution to the thing we claim to hate.

Maybe one day we’ll evolve. But until then, enjoy your bumpy ride—you definitely earned it.