You know those moments when you're like OH MY GOD WHAT IF THIS IS THE END AND I DIE ALONE WITHOUT EVER HAVING OWNED A CAT?
Well I've never had one of those moments. If I die, I die, and if I don't ever own a cat that means I'm one step closer to getting to know someone of the opposite sex. That'd be cool. Today though I did have a moment where I thought that maybe I'd not done enough with my existence, and even though that moment was only the length of time it took to fall from a bike to the path it was still long enough to contemplate the futility of it all.
That probably shocked the girl who came over to ask if I was alright, after several cars had driven past me, because she was likely expecting a, 'Yeah, I'm fine,' or a, 'This is the worst agony ever. Do I still have both my legs?!? My legs are my best feature and make me feel like a gazelle!' But she didn't get either of those. Instead she got this:
"Wouldn't it be shit if that had been the moment I stopped living?"
And it would have been. I'd hate to die because of my bike's brakes failing and me riding straight into a lamppost; it would be embarrassing and a crap thing to put on a gravestone. Shark attack would be better but I can't really swim so it's unlikely I'd ever get close enough to one for that to happen.
Anyway, that girl learnt a valuable lesson today about talking to strangers when they're lying on the ground with a bicycle on top of them: Don't.
