I am 32 flavors and then some.
So I got in a car accident last night, on my way home from work. It was crazy and horrifying and loud and intense and everything else you'd expect I suppose. I was just cruising up Munrus avenue and some girl pulls out of a parking lot and turned right into me. I was going about thirty mph and she must have been going pretty fast too i guess because she hit me hard enough to total her car, the front end of which resembled more of an accordian then a buick; her air bag went off and her steering wheel snapped and everything. and since I totally didn't see her coming I didn't have time to break or turn or anything, so we collided full on. All I could do was scream during the milisecond I had to realize what was about to happen. Anyway she got out of her car (she was about twenty, latina, very skinny) crying and swearing, not at me, just in general. I stayed really calm for about ten minutes, I just kept thinking "this didn't just happen". I called my dad who works down the street and he ran over and was there before the firetrucks, which I could here coming from the sirens in the distance...someone must have called them. There were two, a red one and of those ugly yellow-green colored ones. And lots of police, and some paramedics. I knew I wasn't seriously hurt; there was a mark on my chest from where the seat belt dug in, and I bit my tongue when we hit, but I felt okay, just really shakey. The other driver, besides being completely hysterical, seemed to be fine too. I just kept thinking, thats all that matters, no one's hurt. I kept my cool as I said for about ten minutes or so, but then I was talking to one of the officers and I just kind of lost it. I felt silly for crying so much, because after I started I didn't really stop until a few hours later when I was under the blankets in my bed. I felt like it could have been so much worse, so why should I be so emotional? But the truth is it was extremely upsetting, especially since it was obviously not my fault, just something that happened to me, and I was really scared and frustrated and sad for my poor green car. Luckily her insurance will be responsible for taking care of it, it's just going to be a while before it's fixed I'm sure, with the paperwork and everything. So that's an enormous inconvenience, but at least it's fixable.
Today I'm feeling alright emotionally, although my body basically feels like I was hit by a freight train. I'm sooo soar all over, and at this moment a chiropractic oppointment sounds just orgasmic. I went into town today and people kept telling me how pretty I looked, which was funny to me for some reason, I'm not sure why. Maybe for a while every little mundane thing will just seem richer and deeper to me, and maybe that will be worth it.