I looked at this site today and thought, "Damn. I have hardly posted at all this week. wtf?" I stopped and thought that the week must have been slow, but it wasn't. It was actually quite a busy week. I thought about everything that had happened over the course of the week, and came to an inevitable allbeit still surprising conclusion.
There are just some things in my life that I am unwilling to blog about.
It has nothing to do with weirdly emotional things, or private things, or boring things. But, for some reason, there are some things that I just don't share. And I don't know why. Regardless, I haven't posted anything and that blows, so I am gonna get over whatever neurotic blocking is keeping me from posting this week and go ahead and post anyway.
I got in a car accident on Wednesday. It was no big deal, there was no damage done. It was raining, visibility was limited, and my wheels skidded on the wet concrete. Tap. That's all. I hit a cargo van going about 5 miles an hour. I don't want to go too much into the details, but let's just say that this accident was 100% up my alley.
I always find myself under insanely retarculous circumstances that would never happen to anyone else. I seem to have this curse in life. A lot of really really really great things have happened in my life. I have had very little cause to complain and I have a kind of luck that just makes things fall into my lap. Literally, I will think "You know, insert something here would be awesome" and BAM. Not long later, I have attained the previously mentioned something. The flipside of this weird luck, of course, is a weird streak of mildly annoying bad luck. Instead of regular old bad luck, I have bad luck that is a constant stream of minor annoyances. One annoyance is cleared, another annoyance rears its ugly head. This kind of bad luck is almost as bad as having really bad things happen sporadically. It's like having a bad luck payment plan.
For example, the only other accident that I have ever gotten in happened under almost the EXACT same circumstances as the one I just mentioned. I was 17, still in high school, and driving home late at night from work. There was construction on the road and it was knocked down to one lane in each direction. I was at a red light, it turned green, car in front of me goes and then slams on its brakes. Again, I have barely touched the gas pedal and tap into the back of the car in front of me. The only difference (and it ended up being a big difference) is that I was driving my aunt's Explorer, so this accidednt did cause some damage. Not to my car, only to the car in front of me. And it was negligible damage at that. But this story can't be that simple. It wouldn't be my story.
I had just rearended a Mercedes that was piloted by the neurotic and money-hungry wife of a lawyer.
After 1 lawsuit, months of paperwork, and some "necessary" trips to a neurologist by my "victim", my aunt's insurance company was $25,000 in the hole.
A minor fender-bender cost me $25,000.
Crap like this is entirely typical for me. Which I guess explains why I didn't want to post about this. I guess I am afraid of being ripped off my another nutjob looking to make a quick buck. But it feels better now that I have and, frankly, I don't really care. Feh. Maybe that means my luck will be better this time around.
