Yes even something so mundane as a drive back to DC which I have done a million times at all times of the day and in all weathers, can get me killed. Holy shit I could have died. I'm so lucky. In an instances I coud have been a stain on the side of the road. No longer able to see my family and friends, no more savoring legislative victories, no more roast pig, no more surf.
Life is fragile.
When I was in Shock Trauma looking around, I kept thinking I could have died but what hurt more was seeing the unlucky bastards that were truly hurt. Gunshot wounds and driving accidents were all around me and there I was scratches on my arm waiting to be released. When I was brought in the doctors and nurses did all the right things. I actually puked all over everything as I came in so a concussion was a real threat. But after x-rays and cat-scans I was ok nothing.
After the accident I thought that I would be immune to the stresses of everyday life, but i find that it is the opposite. I care more about all the things that happen. I want to enjoy what I am doing as I am doing it.
So here I am sharing with you on my new computer.
I told my mom that I hate tomatoes when I was younger but in reality I love them. i need to tell her that.
I have commitment issues.
I am still angry at myself for not saying good bye to my dad before he died.
I like saltwater in my nose.
I hate ethiopian food.
I dont understand the need to eat outside during the hottest of days.
So anyway, thats what I am thinking about.
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