Well, I've fallen a few days behind in my word counts...I haven't stopped writing (except on the weekend, when I took a couple days off as Burnout Prevention), but yesterday was a doozy of a day.
Whole bunch of irritating things happened, one on top of another...and then I almost got hit by a car. It was one of those "if I hadn't had STOP AND LOOK ingrained in me at a very young age, I'd be dead right now" moments.
And, most frustrating, it happened at a crosswalk, in a province where pedestrians have right of way at all times. And yeah, some unrelated douche canoe had parked too close to my side of the crosswalk, blocking not just my line of sight but the line of sight of the approaching vehicles, but that's why I stop and look. The guy who just blew through the crosswalk wasn't even looking, was going way too fast (and had deliberately accelerated too, since half a block up the road is a controlled intersection, so he was going way too fast on purpose, since he either turned onto the street or continued onto it through a stop sign). So I literally came within inches of death because some douche wasn't paying attention.
Like...what if I'd had my kids with me? What if one of them had done what they always do and dart forward as I'm yelling (as my mother did when I was that age) "Stop! Look! Make sure they see you!"? Because that car passed within a foot or two of me. Twenty-four inches between me and Death. And even if they hadn't been speeding, still wouldn't have seen me because of that fucking jeep that was parked too close to the crosswalk. They definitely wouldn't have seen my kids.
So yeah. Fun times. I can't torture myself with 'what ifs' for too long, or I'll go nuts. It really drives home just how random everything is. If I'd left the house a second or two sooner. If I hadn't slowed to turn on my music. If I hadn't stopped to make sure the traffic saw me...
In any event, I've got words to catch up on. I just needed to get that out there, into the aether. I'm having a hard time concentrating, but I still want to finish my shit. Finish and publish Book Three by next month. Maybe stave off an existential crisis. I dunno.
Just...PSA: If you're driving, pay attention. Don't be an asshole. Especially if you're driving some stupid, white foreign car with right hand drive, too fast down a street with high foot traffic.
And if you're walking...make sure the drivers can see you. Stop and look. And also, don't be an asshole (it really goes for everybody).
Right. Back to writing...
Whole bunch of irritating things happened, one on top of another...and then I almost got hit by a car. It was one of those "if I hadn't had STOP AND LOOK ingrained in me at a very young age, I'd be dead right now" moments.
And, most frustrating, it happened at a crosswalk, in a province where pedestrians have right of way at all times. And yeah, some unrelated douche canoe had parked too close to my side of the crosswalk, blocking not just my line of sight but the line of sight of the approaching vehicles, but that's why I stop and look. The guy who just blew through the crosswalk wasn't even looking, was going way too fast (and had deliberately accelerated too, since half a block up the road is a controlled intersection, so he was going way too fast on purpose, since he either turned onto the street or continued onto it through a stop sign). So I literally came within inches of death because some douche wasn't paying attention.
Like...what if I'd had my kids with me? What if one of them had done what they always do and dart forward as I'm yelling (as my mother did when I was that age) "Stop! Look! Make sure they see you!"? Because that car passed within a foot or two of me. Twenty-four inches between me and Death. And even if they hadn't been speeding, still wouldn't have seen me because of that fucking jeep that was parked too close to the crosswalk. They definitely wouldn't have seen my kids.
So yeah. Fun times. I can't torture myself with 'what ifs' for too long, or I'll go nuts. It really drives home just how random everything is. If I'd left the house a second or two sooner. If I hadn't slowed to turn on my music. If I hadn't stopped to make sure the traffic saw me...
In any event, I've got words to catch up on. I just needed to get that out there, into the aether. I'm having a hard time concentrating, but I still want to finish my shit. Finish and publish Book Three by next month. Maybe stave off an existential crisis. I dunno.
Just...PSA: If you're driving, pay attention. Don't be an asshole. Especially if you're driving some stupid, white foreign car with right hand drive, too fast down a street with high foot traffic.
And if you're walking...make sure the drivers can see you. Stop and look. And also, don't be an asshole (it really goes for everybody).
Right. Back to writing...
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