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It’s been a couple of chaotic days.
Saturday I was in a car accident with my friend. A girl rear ended me, pushing the front of my car underneath a SUV. The airbags wet off, and my car is totaled. I’m fine; everyone is fine, besides a couple of burns and bruises received upon impact. It was surreal, I saw the car that hit me from my rear view mirror, going about thirty, and I knew this was my fate. It felt and sounded exactly like I imagined it, metal crunching underneath sheer force. For a minute I sat in the car trying to figure out if I was dead, got out and walked into traffic on a two lane highway because I’m a fucking genius. I didn’t cry, or act overly emotional, except for the two minutes where I jumped up and down like a child, screaming FUCK.
Instead of being horribly injured, or indirectly causing the demise of someone else, I would rather die, but neither one of those happened, and I am infinitely grateful. Although this is a shock, it hasn’t provided me with any perspective, since the rest of this weekend was so depressing.
Later that day, in completely unrelated incidents the following happened:
My favorite professor’s 13 year old daughter was struck by a car and died on the way to the hospital.
A car hit a tree in front of the theater building, killing two on the closing night of my friends play.
Some teenage boy escaped from psychiatric care and was running around town with a knife trying to stab people.
There is something eerie in the air, it was cold today for the first time in a while. No one did their homework and I spent a class watching my professor put his head in his hands like we were insulting his life passion. I don’t know how to escape this.
I’m trying to comprehend the seriousness of the situation, and I can only equate it to the time my house almost burned down last summer.
Saturday I was in a car accident with my friend. A girl rear ended me, pushing the front of my car underneath a SUV. The airbags wet off, and my car is totaled. I’m fine; everyone is fine, besides a couple of burns and bruises received upon impact. It was surreal, I saw the car that hit me from my rear view mirror, going about thirty, and I knew this was my fate. It felt and sounded exactly like I imagined it, metal crunching underneath sheer force. For a minute I sat in the car trying to figure out if I was dead, got out and walked into traffic on a two lane highway because I’m a fucking genius. I didn’t cry, or act overly emotional, except for the two minutes where I jumped up and down like a child, screaming FUCK.
Instead of being horribly injured, or indirectly causing the demise of someone else, I would rather die, but neither one of those happened, and I am infinitely grateful. Although this is a shock, it hasn’t provided me with any perspective, since the rest of this weekend was so depressing.
Later that day, in completely unrelated incidents the following happened:
My favorite professor’s 13 year old daughter was struck by a car and died on the way to the hospital.
A car hit a tree in front of the theater building, killing two on the closing night of my friends play.
Some teenage boy escaped from psychiatric care and was running around town with a knife trying to stab people.
There is something eerie in the air, it was cold today for the first time in a while. No one did their homework and I spent a class watching my professor put his head in his hands like we were insulting his life passion. I don’t know how to escape this.
I’m trying to comprehend the seriousness of the situation, and I can only equate it to the time my house almost burned down last summer.