Almost disasters...
it's occured to me how much life is full of near disasters...
last night was the MADD Victim Panel. three horror stories of wrecks and rehab. it made me thankful my experience didn't turn into a disaster like that. for me, or for someone else.
today, i crashed on my bike for the first time ever in huntsville! is it the distraction of finals week? perhaps... the cold sore on my upper lip? perhaps. canadians? perhaps. anyway, i came around the corner where you have to slalom around these brick walls to stay on the handicapped ramp area and not go bu-bu-bu-bu-bump down the steps, and as i came around the second turn i felt my back wheel start to slide. i went forward, my hands went down first, then my right knee, then my HEAD, but i was already stopped by the time my head tapped the pavement. the leaf blower guy stopped. i stood up, laughing, leaf-blower guy staring at me. hardly a scratch on my hand. damn i'm lucky. but i still don't know why i crashed. going too fast for the turn, perhaps.
then i round the corner to the bookstore and guess who--boy--is walking along, not even noticing or recognizing me. so i stick out my tongue at him and he notices. thank god he didn't see me fall on my face two minutes before. but yeah, that kinda sucked, being all unshaven, cold sore, etc... rushing off to the bookstore instead of getting what would likely be the last hug ever. i wish he liked me more, but i don't know why i want that. that would require me to analyze my feelings which seems too bleeding-heart for me and i might start dry heaving just thinking about doing it.
and now i am too tired to think, or emote, anymore, so i shall post again later.
last night was the MADD Victim Panel. three horror stories of wrecks and rehab. it made me thankful my experience didn't turn into a disaster like that. for me, or for someone else.
today, i crashed on my bike for the first time ever in huntsville! is it the distraction of finals week? perhaps... the cold sore on my upper lip? perhaps. canadians? perhaps. anyway, i came around the corner where you have to slalom around these brick walls to stay on the handicapped ramp area and not go bu-bu-bu-bu-bump down the steps, and as i came around the second turn i felt my back wheel start to slide. i went forward, my hands went down first, then my right knee, then my HEAD, but i was already stopped by the time my head tapped the pavement. the leaf blower guy stopped. i stood up, laughing, leaf-blower guy staring at me. hardly a scratch on my hand. damn i'm lucky. but i still don't know why i crashed. going too fast for the turn, perhaps.
then i round the corner to the bookstore and guess who--boy--is walking along, not even noticing or recognizing me. so i stick out my tongue at him and he notices. thank god he didn't see me fall on my face two minutes before. but yeah, that kinda sucked, being all unshaven, cold sore, etc... rushing off to the bookstore instead of getting what would likely be the last hug ever. i wish he liked me more, but i don't know why i want that. that would require me to analyze my feelings which seems too bleeding-heart for me and i might start dry heaving just thinking about doing it.
and now i am too tired to think, or emote, anymore, so i shall post again later.