As I ride home from office in my bike in that crowdy, noisy ring road; fighting with the dust and horns and ass of a truck & micro drivers, I always (and I mean ALWAYS) imagine me having an accident. The more disturbing part though is, I almost wish for it…. BANG! It would be a sudden change to this monotony we all have been taught to hate; plus it would mean heightened attention, sympathy, care to this narcissist.
No, I would never cause it deliberately. It’s like thinking of crying out in the middle of silent formal gatherings like classrooms, library, seminars… where the boredom and silence makes you think of things you have buried somewhere and chosen to forget… when the frustration wants to come out in any form of aggressive expression(s). You know you would never do it though; but you would often amuse yourself with the thought of it happening; just to live the little pleasure thrills it gives you.
finally, u wrote
even, i imagine gettin crashed by a vehicle .. like in the muvis .. u r bg lukin at one side of the road and as soon as you turn to look to the other side, a vehicle hits you BANNNGG!!! .. but i dont wish for it though
tara i guess there r other (better than being in an accident probably) ways to break off from a monotonous life
also, do keep posting .. please dont stop
Its nice to know at least somebody waits for me to post my gibberish and has FOUR smileys after he reads em