Poisoned Plots
During the drive to school everyday, I clutch the steering wheel with sweaty palms and gaze with trepidation at the spot where I rolled my car at the beginning of the year.
I landed in a field of rye.
Now, the field has grown up around that spot but the place of my phantom car remains barren. I think I poisoned the ground. There's a message there if I decide to hear it. I'm not sure I will.
At the time, I made some cute lj entry about how the whole ordeal was incredibly amusing. For some reason, it's a bit less amusing now. I should be dead. Or mangled. And I'm not.
I feel very It's a Wonderful Life right now. Trying to figure out who would have been effected by my death. Who I wouldn't have ever met. If anything would be different. My children's lives would be affected, of course, but sometimes I feel like I am not making an impact on anyone else.
I landed in a field of rye.
Now, the field has grown up around that spot but the place of my phantom car remains barren. I think I poisoned the ground. There's a message there if I decide to hear it. I'm not sure I will.
At the time, I made some cute lj entry about how the whole ordeal was incredibly amusing. For some reason, it's a bit less amusing now. I should be dead. Or mangled. And I'm not.
I feel very It's a Wonderful Life right now. Trying to figure out who would have been effected by my death. Who I wouldn't have ever met. If anything would be different. My children's lives would be affected, of course, but sometimes I feel like I am not making an impact on anyone else.