Monday, April 07, 2008

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There’s an old saying that goes, “When it rains… it pours.” While I agree with that little ditty, my version goes something like this, “When it rains… it slams into you at 60 miles per hour.” That’s right, folks. This past Friday, I was driving to Greenville with a friend on I-85 and got rear-ended but good.

After a brutally stressful week at work, and the continuing frustrations with my apartment, this was ALL I needed.

There is a bright side, I suppose. I wasn’t in my car… rather, I was borrowing my parents’, which is an SUV. I know in my gut that my little Ford Focus wouldn’t have taken the impact as graciously. And since my parents’ car was basically brand new – I think they’ve had it for two weeks – there’s a very good chance the insurance companies will call it totaled and move on. Also, no one was seriously hurt, as far as I know. Oh, trust me, my neck is VERY sore and I have some beautiful, juicy bruises along my front thanks to the seatbelts, but all in all, it was fairly tame for a high-speed collision.

The real silver lining in all of this, though, is I just don’t care anymore. If I can survive the emotional trauma of being screwed around with at work, AND the financial stress of trying to move into a new place with no money, AND the physical trauma of a car wreck… I figure I can pretty much handle anything. I guess what I’m saying is: bring it on. Yes, Fate… or Destiny, or Luck, or Fortune, or whateverthehell you’re calling yourself these days… I’m talking to you. BRING. IT. ON.

2 comments:

Mary said...

Holy crap, Reeva! I'm glad you're okay. I think Fate, Destiny, Luck, and Fortune just better leave you alone for a while or I'll be all over them like ugly on a hag fish. (Picture here: http://shiftingbaselines.org/blog/archives/000633.html)

Erin G said...

I'm glad you're ok too. But yikes - two weeks after purchase i pretty much the WORST time to wreck a car - there's no way the insurance payment will cover the depreciation, so I hope it's NOT totalled! at least getting rear ended always falls back on someone else. love that 85 corridor.