I hate motorcycles
I have a severe issue with motorcycles, beginning when I was 16. I met a boy when I was 16 who made/drove motorcycles religiously and I thought he was the coolest kid in the world for it. My mom had strictly forbidden me from riding with him...but I had fully intended to ignore her over the weekend when the two of us were supposed to go out. However, we never made it to our date. That Thursday night he hit a van head on and died not quite 2 days later. It crushed me. He was the first friend/etc of mine to die. And to displace the shock, I just acquired an extreme hatred of motorcycles.
Now, knowing the background info, it makes sense why I would have yelled at my almost-brother, Brian, when I found out he bought a bike. He had a minor wreck last month on it and I yelled at him possibly more than his mother. He promised he'd get rid of it...which,of course, was a lie. Today I get a phone call from my mom who informs me that he is the hospital awaiting surgery from another wreck. Only, this time, it was a bad enough wreck to kill the girl who was riding with him.
This scares me to death. Brian is the most wreckless, stubborn person I've ever met and I honestly don't know how long the shock of this event will wear on him before he decides to start riding again. In which case, he may not be so lucky next time...and I don't know what I would do without him.
I hate past ghosts and the complexes they create. They can kiss my ass.
Now, knowing the background info, it makes sense why I would have yelled at my almost-brother, Brian, when I found out he bought a bike. He had a minor wreck last month on it and I yelled at him possibly more than his mother. He promised he'd get rid of it...which,of course, was a lie. Today I get a phone call from my mom who informs me that he is the hospital awaiting surgery from another wreck. Only, this time, it was a bad enough wreck to kill the girl who was riding with him.
This scares me to death. Brian is the most wreckless, stubborn person I've ever met and I honestly don't know how long the shock of this event will wear on him before he decides to start riding again. In which case, he may not be so lucky next time...and I don't know what I would do without him.
I hate past ghosts and the complexes they create. They can kiss my ass.