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Tuesday, 19. May 2015
Actually
ell, 22:17h
Actually I wanted to write about the fact, that I'm currently getting driving lessons for horse cart.
Or about how hard it is to find another fitting sport, as for now riding is not an option and cart-driving won't go on for ever.
Or about the Russian Romulan who brought my mum's sofa today.
Or that I joined a Jedi Order about a week ago.
But then I got involved in a car crash today. (Don't worry, everyone's fine, just the two cars got a little crushed.) Or rather most likely I caused it. Most likely because I don't know.
I do not know, because I don't remember. And that is the worst of it. What I do know is, that I was turning left, and and hit a car that was coming from the opposite side of the crossroads head-on into the side. That was how it was in the end. What happened before, I have no idea.
I only know that I as driving over the traffic lights. I had to stop, because the car in front of me, also turning left, had to stop because of the cars from the opposite side. The car in front of me drove away and then.... blank.... CRASH
And I ask myself: Was it really my fault? Was the street empty, when I drove? In what direction did I look? Was he really there, or was he not there already, maybe driving too fast? Or was he standing? Or did I think he was standing? Or did I simply not look in that direction?
There were two witnesses there, whose reports pretty much indicate, that I simply didn't see him, so basically it would be my fault. There are two things however, which make me think it might not have been.
A) My car was standing in a right angle to the other car, so I had to have been into the turn already, at least a little, when it happened. But then again, we were standing a little queer. He had been veering off, to get around me.
B) The part where my car had hit his car was a little ahead from my car, into the direction where the other car was going, so he was still driving when I hit him, maybe a little too fast. But then again, what should he have done? Hit the breaks and let me hit him?
And all in all, that is only what I saw afterwards. What really happened, I don't know. Not first hand at least. They can tell me, how they saw it. They can decide it was my fault, or not. And I can decide to believe that or not. But what really happened there, what I saw, if I reacted right or wrong, or if I even stepped onto the breaks in time, if I forgot to look, or if I simply didn't see, or if in fact he really hadn't been there when I looked, I cannot tell. and that is what is making me mad. It makes me feel so out of control.
Or about how hard it is to find another fitting sport, as for now riding is not an option and cart-driving won't go on for ever.
Or about the Russian Romulan who brought my mum's sofa today.
Or that I joined a Jedi Order about a week ago.
But then I got involved in a car crash today. (Don't worry, everyone's fine, just the two cars got a little crushed.) Or rather most likely I caused it. Most likely because I don't know.
I do not know, because I don't remember. And that is the worst of it. What I do know is, that I was turning left, and and hit a car that was coming from the opposite side of the crossroads head-on into the side. That was how it was in the end. What happened before, I have no idea.
I only know that I as driving over the traffic lights. I had to stop, because the car in front of me, also turning left, had to stop because of the cars from the opposite side. The car in front of me drove away and then.... blank.... CRASH
And I ask myself: Was it really my fault? Was the street empty, when I drove? In what direction did I look? Was he really there, or was he not there already, maybe driving too fast? Or was he standing? Or did I think he was standing? Or did I simply not look in that direction?
There were two witnesses there, whose reports pretty much indicate, that I simply didn't see him, so basically it would be my fault. There are two things however, which make me think it might not have been.
A) My car was standing in a right angle to the other car, so I had to have been into the turn already, at least a little, when it happened. But then again, we were standing a little queer. He had been veering off, to get around me.
B) The part where my car had hit his car was a little ahead from my car, into the direction where the other car was going, so he was still driving when I hit him, maybe a little too fast. But then again, what should he have done? Hit the breaks and let me hit him?
And all in all, that is only what I saw afterwards. What really happened, I don't know. Not first hand at least. They can tell me, how they saw it. They can decide it was my fault, or not. And I can decide to believe that or not. But what really happened there, what I saw, if I reacted right or wrong, or if I even stepped onto the breaks in time, if I forgot to look, or if I simply didn't see, or if in fact he really hadn't been there when I looked, I cannot tell. and that is what is making me mad. It makes me feel so out of control.
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