Control freak

I hereby confess to being a control freak.
I only like chaos when it’s my own doing. And then, it ain’t chaos.
You can test your own level of freakness by traveling by train during a major public holiday when they’re redoing the signal systems, and replace all outgoing trains with buses for the first kilometers.
If you go through that smiling, you thrive on chaos, and you don’t need to worry about grumpy people like me.

How does that make you feel?