Here’s the story of Friday morning into Friday night and you’ll see why:
That morning I had 2 classes. One was already canceled. The other class I had missed because I overslept. Bad start. I said alright, let me just get ready for work then, and leave later. Then I lost my car keys. I had put them RIGHT ON TOP of my book bag. Then they just fucking disappeared. I barely set foot outside of my bedroom that morning so I cleaned up my ENTIRE room trying to find them. Never did. Still, it’s been 5 days, they’re STILL gone. I was getting so pissed because I was searching for an extremely long time. All I had to do was go to work! No class or nothing. And I was about to be late for losing my keys. I had to get the spare but I couldn’t find those either. Eventually I found the spare and as I was driving that morning to New Paltz, I was saying to myself, “what if I wasn’t supposed to leave this house?” One class canceled, other class missed, keys lost before work. That would’ve kept me home all day. “What if something bad happens?” I thought for a moment about a car accident. Then it went into thinking my work day might be bad. Then I went on with my day.
Was making my way home and got into a car accident. And I cried because I knew it would happen. I don’t know about you, but that says something to me.