I had a bike accident, just like two days ago. I know because my bruises
are real. And they hurt. It was a stupid and crazy thing. I just finished my
shift, had dinner and was on my way home. It was raining and I was just trying
to get back home as fast as possible. Then, some kid decided to cross the road.
I tried to stop, but I was going too fast to do that successfully. To sliding
on the road I had two choices – hit the kid or try and jump on the border. Well,
that did not work perfectly, because border was too high and instead of jumping
on it, my front wheel turned several times, my bike fell and I found myself
falling over my head. It became as a slow motion movie at that time and at the
end I found myself on the wet street. I stood up, cursed a lot, moved my bike
and then had all those people asking if I was alright. It was really sweet of
them and they actually tried to take care of me. One girl even asked me to walk
for five minutes, in case I got shock. And all I was thinking was how stupid I look
like and how incredibly good I fell because I did not feel any pain at all.
So I went back to my place with no more accidents and found myself in
bed. Then there was a message on my phone. My friend changed her mind and was
going to a party at our ex colleague’s place. So I changed quickly into better
looking clothes and took metro to the meeting point. I was waiting for the
metro when some kids, 15 or so and they were fooling around. One of them took
trash bag, threw it at his friend, then a friend did the same. 2 minutes later
security guys came and took them out of metro. That’s efficiency I thought. But
only for a second. All of the rest of time I could not help but thinking how
good looking those guys were [the security I mean]. It’s like, they must have
some face control for that. and what is the reason anyways? I guess I’ll never
know. I can only enjoy the view.
The party was fun. We stayed most of the time with Evija talking about
different things in the kitchen, while others were somewhere else in the
apartment. At the end I had to leave, because I was working the next day.
And the working stuff is boring on some level, but very much fun on the
other. In the conference center I have so much nice people that it never gets
boring. We laugh, we make fun, we try out new cakes and enjoy every single
minute of it. Last day one guy gave me a muffin, today another one gave me tea
for my throat. Those people are so sweet that it’s impossible not to like them.
And enjoy working with them.
Off topic
I made my stand. For the last time though. And it will be impossible to
regret it. If it never works out the way it might, it’s alright. Because I did
everything I could.
Strange how your life sometimes completely depends on someone else. Somewhat
attractive still. Maybe I am growing up. Not old though.
We are all falling slowly.
P.S. There is no meaning to life. The universe doesn’t give a shit. Create
your own meaning and enjoy that freedom
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