Hello everyone and welcome back once again! Story time.
Today, was an eventful day. So I left the house early this morning to hit up the bank. While on my way, traffic was pretty back up; there I was waiting in in line, for the traffic to get moving the light was red, next thing I know I get slammed into. My first thought was “I did I just get hit….was that an earthquake?!” I’m looking around no one’s freaking out I look up into my rear-view mirror and I see a guy doing the whole “Oh F*ck!” and i’m like ” I just got..hit…i’ve never been in a car accident before I don’t know proper protocol, realizing i’m in the middle of the rode I pull over to side and put on my flashers, the guy follows suit. My first question to him is “Are you okay, is your car alright!” that seem to set a relax tone when he realized I wasn’t going to go off on him. Cars be fix and replaced people can’t. He says he’s fine, his car is fine he ask me about mine, we both take a look at mine, we don’t see anything. his car ended up hitting the spare tire on my car, I take off the cover to see if there is any damage to the spare tire. *gets embarrassed* years worth of leaves and dirt and god knows what else falls out. Apparently that’s what made the tire cover look so full, its also what took in the brunt of the impact. Me and the guy both laughed at that. we exchanged insurance information . Like we said to each other “I don’t think we’ll need it, but just in case. Fun Fact about me: I’m the type of person who will totally have her shit together in emergencies and about twenty or so minutes later will have a break down about it after the emergency is over. I have delayed effect. It hit me, I was in a car accident, especially since we had cars honking at us, we pulled over as much as we could and had our flashers on. I just wanted to scream don’t f-ing honk at me, i was just in a accident and i’m a little sensitive right now! As I went under the bridge that’s when I discovered they are doing road work so I can’t go on the side street where sefcu is. (>_<) Which means I’ll have to go on Albany ST (grrr) From the bridge onward, I just felt very out of it, I guessed the word “spooked” would describe it. Then there was that moment when I couldn’t find his insurance information, and then i’m like “wait did I grab it?” and i’m like “damn it, now is not the time to be having memory lapses” (If you have been reading my last few post, then you know for the past year that my short term memory has been declining, i’ve been alright for the past few weeks, but after today’s accident my short term has been excuse my language Fucked up. I blame it on me being a little shaken.. )as I was busy chiding myself, I came realize the direction I was heading was towards my old job and not my current job. So I turned around and went the right way. pulled into my work parking lot. and called someone I knew would make feel better. My best L, who was the only who bother to ask me if I was okay. Even after I her told I was ‘okay’ she still reiterated “Well, i’m glad you’re okay.” I told my brother about the accident and his response was “did you tell mom? well I GUESS, I HAVE TO DO IT, SINCE this is going to end up coming to me anyway. we’re going to have to fall a claim. *in a condescending tone* you did bother to get the insurance information didn’t you? good…then you’re no fault.” (I’m thinking to myself, I’m the one whose emotionally NOT okay, must you take this situation and make it about you, yet again? I thought it was really weird, his main concern was where is the car, and when was I bringing it home, but not if I was okay, I thought it was weird he didn’t ask if I was okay. Well I guess not “weird” but hurtful; when he got into an accident last year it was a “big deal” I get into an accident the car is more important) I came home a few hours later, mom walked right past me, didn’t ask me how I was or if I was okay, she just went to the back of the car, and inspected it. Turns to me and says “We only have one good car, where did this happen?) I got the feeling she was blaming me for this >=(. Neither bothered to ask if I was okay. I’m trying not to let this rub me the wrong way….But it rubs me the wrong way. This is NOT the first time a traumatic situation that has happen to me, and neither of them bothered to ask if I was okay. Not gonna lie, and excuse the language, but shit like this, really makes me want to come into a large sum and not give those two a damn thing. I know its not the “Christian” way to be keeping tally’s of every time someone truly does you wrong…..But I would be lying if I said majority of my life I wasn’t keeping tally.
The bright note to all of this is, I did get my lottery ticket in the end (that’s the reason why I went to bank so early in the morning in the first place.)