So in the last four months I have been hit by cars...twice, while riding my bicycle.
The first time I probably could I have died. I attributed my astonishing survival and impecable condition (minus a bit of road rash, swollen ankle, and stiff neck) to angels. Velvet, my friend the fortune teller, was right when she told me not to worry; I had angels watching me. Turns out that night my grandmother was saying her evening prayers for me as well. And so I took it to mean that my life was not finished, that I had a purpose here I had yet to fulfill. Didn't quite matter that I had no clue what that was--something was out there for me to do. Yet when I really thought about it, the ideal of dying, well, it wasn't that..moving. I would just be like everyone else who dies. People are dying all the time you know. We just don't think about it, and we don't really think how totally insignificant our own deaths will be. If I had died, family and friends would have been sad, etc., but in the grander scheme of things nothing would change.
So today, riding to work down my favorite street, past that little loopy park on Colliseum. A car stops to let me by, and another car thinks he stops for her to turn. Crash boom. And my thought as I watch the pavement is "not again." Haven't I been careful? I've been biking around like a goddamned old lady, waiting forever for cars to pass, taking side roads with less traffic, and AGAIN I fuking get smashed. It was minor, and I laughed as people told me not to move. "oh," i thought, "if you only knew." A few scraps and a twisted tire. We got it all sorted out in an hour- new spokes and a ride to work. I'll now have matching scars on my elbows--one from each wreck.
And what relfection do I have now? What gives? I thought of all things I could at least ride a bicycle, but I am sort of questioning my capabilites to do anything. School has seemed harder as well. While everyone else was excelling at soccer, gymnastics, you name it, I could always breeze through school like nothing. So if I'm having trouble with that, what can I actually do? I've just been feeling very unproductive. I want a skill.
I didn't get that grant to go to asia, and I got hit again by a car. Something is going on. The universe is trying to tell me something and I'm just too thick to get it. Maybe it's trying to tell me I'm a shitty cyclist. Maybe I think too much and it complicates my head. Maybe I should get back to work now before I get fired...
mwah.
