Smithereens.
I suppose I should mark today down...
Today, two cars collided less than 6metres away from me. The specifics; two Comfort cabs, the traffic junction near the AIA building, abooooout 10am in the morning. And no, I wasn't the cause(contrary to popular belief) nor a casualty(duh, else I wouldn't be here blogging) in it.
I don't know the technical term to call it... Forgive me, I can't tell a car engine from an aircon ventilator. But basically, one cab ran into the other on its side. The windscreen smashed into smitheroons and flew everywhere. Cubed bits of glass, cuz the smash-proof windscreens work too damn good.
I didn't feel anything. I was just like, *blink blink* oh, an accident happened. A slight gust of wind, the screech of tires, I looked at the drivers to see if they were pointing middle fingers at each other, that was all.
So now on retrospect, I am thinking...
Why didn't I take down the car plate numbers to buy 4D or something?
Why didn't I even think of telling anyone?
Why didn't my heart rate accelerate?
Why didn't I break into cold sweat and feel relieved that I didn't get hit or something?
Its not everyday that two vehicles run and hug each other passionately infront of you. And its scary how I don't feel anything... What's wrong with me? Desensitized maybe. Getting old maybe. I had this dream once about knowing that I was gonna get raped and I felt surprisingly calm and didn't feel anything about it. (Jialing always uses this to shoot me, and says its a reflection of my inner desire to get sexed. Pooh pooh.)
As I grow older, I just feel less and less. Maybe thats why adults cry less. And laugh less.
Today, two cars collided less than 6metres away from me. The specifics; two Comfort cabs, the traffic junction near the AIA building, abooooout 10am in the morning. And no, I wasn't the cause(contrary to popular belief) nor a casualty(duh, else I wouldn't be here blogging) in it.
I don't know the technical term to call it... Forgive me, I can't tell a car engine from an aircon ventilator. But basically, one cab ran into the other on its side. The windscreen smashed into smitheroons and flew everywhere. Cubed bits of glass, cuz the smash-proof windscreens work too damn good.
I didn't feel anything. I was just like, *blink blink* oh, an accident happened. A slight gust of wind, the screech of tires, I looked at the drivers to see if they were pointing middle fingers at each other, that was all.
So now on retrospect, I am thinking...
Why didn't I take down the car plate numbers to buy 4D or something?
Why didn't I even think of telling anyone?
Why didn't my heart rate accelerate?
Why didn't I break into cold sweat and feel relieved that I didn't get hit or something?
Its not everyday that two vehicles run and hug each other passionately infront of you. And its scary how I don't feel anything... What's wrong with me? Desensitized maybe. Getting old maybe. I had this dream once about knowing that I was gonna get raped and I felt surprisingly calm and didn't feel anything about it. (Jialing always uses this to shoot me, and says its a reflection of my inner desire to get sexed. Pooh pooh.)
As I grow older, I just feel less and less. Maybe thats why adults cry less. And laugh less.
posted by ___ at 00:10
2 Comments:
don't worry...i kind of get what you mean. It was like how i was almost run down just on monday while crossing a huge road. Was talking serious stuff on the hp and i just crossed leisurely, thinking it was green man. Freaky. And then, funnily i dont qt remember what happened. then i could still laugh and tell my friend what just happened and not feel a thing. Until...well, now. haha, it kind of jolted back this incident that slipped my mind. i can only rmb it was damn damn close, but i cant rmb anything else. Freaky eh?
-mab
o_O be careful! you'd better not die or else, i will take your Gola bag. hehehe.
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