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On Sunday, Keith, Nathan and I experienced a mini-accident which involved Keith going at 60 mph & not seeing the car in front of him, slamming the brakes and having his wheels lock up (because for some reason his car doesn't have anti-lock brakes) and then heroically swerving to the other lane to avoid the cars at the red light in front of him, as the car swerved side to side at a good 40 mph, and then we hit the sidewalk under the highway, hit the mini wall as the car slammed against the floor, gained control of the car, somehow got back onto the street without hitting anyone and pulled into the Alcazar restaurant across the street from Santa's. Wow. Yeah. That was adrenaline-pumped. I had never been in an accident (or whatever...) before... His tire was completely destroyed, we ended up spending a good two hours or so there while his mom bitched and we tried to find a spare tire kit in his trunk, and in the end he changed the tire himself, and his mom took me and Nate to Nate's house. The saddest thing, I think, about this whole thing is that... while I could've been thinking, in those mere 5 seconds where my whole world literally bounced in weird directions, that I was going to die, or that hell, we're going to hit those two cars in front of us at that red light, this is going to be hell, we could all die here today... it wasn't what I was thinking. What I was thinking was..."shit, so this means that we're not going to hang out today." THAT WAS WHAT WAS ON MY FUCKING MIND?! I didn't CARE that I was going to die? Though I didn't, and it was something minor, had Keith not swerved to the right lane and hit the wall instead this whole accident could've been something much more drastic. And I believe it's kind of pathetic, after always thinking, "WOULD I care that I might die if I was presented with such situation?" Apparently the goddamn answer is no, I'm apparently scared of death for NOTHING and this blissful ignorance makes me welcome death with open arms and have this apathetic look to things, like "bummer dude, I won't be able to go to the movies today. Whoa." What a fucking dumbass I am. What a waste of fucking molecules, when I can't even value what I've got or WHO I've got, all I care about is what I'm going to do THAT day and RIGHT NOW. Fuck me. |