Inside-out
Every time I walk across a street, which usually occurs on campus, I imagine getting struck by a vehicle. I can see the massive, moving metal in a blur right before it smashes into me with incredible force. It doesn't matter if it's not a busy street I am on, that's not the point. The cars don't have to be going fast, infact, there don't need to be any cars in sight. I just imagine that impact, and opening my eyes to find myself sitting in a pile of my own shit, or vomit, or whatever one emits when her body is in mangled shock...And I imagine jumping up, because if I was sprawled on the ground that would be my first instinct, and being incredibly embarrassed--only worried that people had seen me on the ground and that I was covered in my own shit/vomit. Not even noticing that my limbs were askew and blood was seeping from my left ear.
Basically, I would rather be in immense physical pain, than to seem out of control of myself.
Basically, I would rather be in immense physical pain, than to seem out of control of myself.