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Tired and jaded

I really hate car accidents.

Well, duh. But I’m ridiculously afraid of someone I love or myself dying or being mangled in a car wreck. It seems the most likely way for someone to die. Also one of the stupidest and most senseless ways to die. One second of choice could change the outcome. I hate thinking about it.

And I really hate hearing of fatal accidents in my town. Much less on a major intersection I travel 4+ times a day. A teenager was killed at such an intersection this afternoon.

This intersection is ridiculous. I’ve lived in my apartment complex for 5 years and the area has gotten increasingly busy, to the point where the city started to expand it a couple months ago. The intersection is between one 30 mph road with a stop sign and a 60 mph road with no stop sign. The 60 mph road is only 2 lanes. It is HORRENDOUS. I’ve been wanting them to expand the road and put in a light there for years. Well, I guess that’s what they’re finally doing with the construction. The problem is that while the construction is going on, they’ve made the intersection a hundred times worse. There is no speed slow down and they’ve blocked all sides of the road with construction barrels, leaving no room to move if someone pulls out in front of you. Plus these barrels completely block the view of those on the 30 mph road trying to turn or cross.

So, it came as no surprise to hear of an accident on this road today. AGAIN.  There have been countless accidents just in the 5 years I’ve lived here. People suck at driving and don’t pay attention, that’s a general rule. Add that to this completely unsafe construction and road conditions, and now we have a fatality.

Just makes me more ready to move and be done with that intersection and that road (the 60 mph one).

Sometimes I feel like car wrecks like this are some kind of cosmic warning to watch myself. Or worse, a sign that I will soon be in such a situation. Because I’m just narcissistic like that. It easily could have been Andy or me in that intersection at that exact moment. And obviously this can happen anywhere else for that matter.

Speaking of car accidents, I recently finished reading The Gargoyle, by Andrew Davidson. It starts off with the narrator getting in a car wreck that leaves him so burnt he loses all his toes, a few fingers, his hair, tear ducts, ability to perspire, burnt off lips, raspy voice—oh, and his penis burned away too. Really fantastic book though; I highly recommend if you can stomach his injuries.

I really hate car accidents.