losing everything but weight
Tonight I almost got in my first car crash. I was driving home going straight on McLoughlin when a man in the oncoming left turn lane driving very large truck (as in, his bumper was almost level with my window large) decided to run his red light and speed out into my lane of traffic. Now, I drive a 66 Chevy with no ABS or power steering, so slamming on the brakes and/ or swerving out of the way are not easy for me and my vehicle. As this man tries to beat me and the line of cars behind me and the other two lanes of traffic, I have to slam on my brakes and try my very best to turn Doris out of the way before the douchepants with the giant truck hit me. I managed it, but he only missed slamming straight into the drivers side of my car by about four inches. After having to pull over and freak out for a small while, I calmed down enough and continued on my way home. Once I got home I went and sat in my room and thought about what had happened. I could’ve easily been killed or severely hurt tonight, but I wasn’t. I’m trying to tell myself that there’s a symbol somewhere in that; maybe that I’m supposed to be here, and that I matter. However, there’s that one part of my brain that never seems to shut up that’s telling me I should’ve just let that truck hit me. I should’ve let him ram into my door and do god knows what damage to me. I.. I don’t know. I’m very emotional and shaken up right now. Sorry guys.
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