bang
seems that is an apt word to describe some of the things that have been happening over the past week. Bang! in comes this person who's making me happy, and bang! my dog and I get hit by a car. I hope the next Bang! is I get to win the lottery!
I've never been crazy in love in my life. Sure, my first relationship was a great experience. Untainted by previous relationships, all out in reckless abandon. Experiencing real kiss with emotion, sex for the first time, it was all good. But aside from that, I haven't ever been crazy in love with anyone. Desperate in love, I've done that several times, I-guess-this-is-as-good-as-it-gets in love with a very small flame, but nothing like 'my god, I feel so alive!' kind of love. I think that's possible with Julian. I'll spare you the details, though :p
As for the other bang, I'm stiff and sore but otherwise unscathed. I guess you can view it as lucky in that I got away with bumps and bruises and slightly shaken up, but then you can say it's unlucky that I got hit at all. If I had been a split second faster in my run, I would have gotten hit full-on over-the-top accident, but if I was a split second slower, I would have gotten away with screaming at her for being so careless. As I'm trying to turn over a new leaf to be more positive, I shall look at it as being super lucky. I definitely could have been seriously hurt but I walked away. Even my dog is fine aside from a small road rash on his face. I think the car's worse off than me as I took the side mirror off (rarr!!).
I wonder what role my dog played. I know he was in the equation. In that split second, your mind works overtime. You see images, you think thoughts. What I thought was "oh my god, I'm being hit by a car" and I also had a mental image of Chevy dead. I figured that if I were being hit with such impact, surely Chevy would be killed. In the moment after the impact, I fell to the ground, and I know Chevy was in there, but I'm not sure how. Did I land on him, in which case he cushioned my fall.
All I can say is, I'm counting my blessings that neither of us were seriously injured, and there's nothing time (and some money) can't heal. My brand new $300 snowboarding jacket is ruined because of a tear in it. But insurance should cover for that as well as any therapy that I will need.
I've never been crazy in love in my life. Sure, my first relationship was a great experience. Untainted by previous relationships, all out in reckless abandon. Experiencing real kiss with emotion, sex for the first time, it was all good. But aside from that, I haven't ever been crazy in love with anyone. Desperate in love, I've done that several times, I-guess-this-is-as-good-as-it-gets in love with a very small flame, but nothing like 'my god, I feel so alive!' kind of love. I think that's possible with Julian. I'll spare you the details, though :p
As for the other bang, I'm stiff and sore but otherwise unscathed. I guess you can view it as lucky in that I got away with bumps and bruises and slightly shaken up, but then you can say it's unlucky that I got hit at all. If I had been a split second faster in my run, I would have gotten hit full-on over-the-top accident, but if I was a split second slower, I would have gotten away with screaming at her for being so careless. As I'm trying to turn over a new leaf to be more positive, I shall look at it as being super lucky. I definitely could have been seriously hurt but I walked away. Even my dog is fine aside from a small road rash on his face. I think the car's worse off than me as I took the side mirror off (rarr!!).
I wonder what role my dog played. I know he was in the equation. In that split second, your mind works overtime. You see images, you think thoughts. What I thought was "oh my god, I'm being hit by a car" and I also had a mental image of Chevy dead. I figured that if I were being hit with such impact, surely Chevy would be killed. In the moment after the impact, I fell to the ground, and I know Chevy was in there, but I'm not sure how. Did I land on him, in which case he cushioned my fall.
All I can say is, I'm counting my blessings that neither of us were seriously injured, and there's nothing time (and some money) can't heal. My brand new $300 snowboarding jacket is ruined because of a tear in it. But insurance should cover for that as well as any therapy that I will need.