This morning's commute and other commuting stories

So I'm a relatively novice cyclist and I tend to endanger myself more than others, and I am pretty receptive to learning from the mistakes I make that have endangered others( less so myself but I'm getting there). I've been shouted at, beeped at and even followed(and when it's my fault, I take it gracefully and move forward with my life, when its not i ignore and move on)but I've never felt like chasing after someone until yesterday.

I'm cycling down the riverside near canary wharf ( that bit just south of where it intersects with Cuba street) and there's a huge family all across my path, but the path opens out a little to my right (I'm going north). Instead of beeping past all these little children and getting them to move, I shoulder check and turn all the way into the little opening to go around them (slowly of course). I come out and I see a cyclist coming out from Cuba street and he's on his right, but I instinctively turn left because I assume he's going to also adjust. It was my mistake, sure, and it ends with him not adjusting and me hugging the river barrier for a close pass. It's not the worst thing but for some reason I got real infuriated as I hear the guy call me a cunt. I can see from his perspective it looks like i just came out from a blindspot without looking and curved into his path but it just felt so out of proportion.

I'm not really justifying myself, I definitely deserved a bit of ill will but it felt like too much. I'm glad I didn't do what I wanted which was to pull up and throw an open can of coke(i had some closed ones in my bag) in his face, but this is the first time I've ever been tempted to and the first time I've had to tell myself to stop after doing a u turn. I did shout at him to fuck off though.

Sorry for the lack of injustice in this story.