She was almost toast.

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Driving home from the j-o-b tonight, I was boggled. Boggled by self-centeredness of so many drivers, which I am sometimes equally guilty of. A blog post was forming in my head, and I may write it still. But before I could write this post, I needed to skedaddle to my yoga class. (Yeah, I take yoga; it’s pretty cool.)  I was driving down the dark and barely lit, one-lane Route 108 near my home. I paused in the turn lane, blinker on and ready to turn into the little area housing the yoga center. A break in the traffic came, so I started to turn.

And what the fu————–~!!! There was a pedestrian starting to cross the road right where I was turning. She jumped back, thank goodness, and gave me an evil eye. Furious. Agitated. Nervous. Freaked out. I rolled my window down and yelled, “I didn’t see you!”

What the F was she thinking? Was she thinking she was visible? Was she thinking that with her brown skin and dark clothing on a dark night that I could see her? That I would wait til she safely crossed? Well, I would have. If I’d seen her. But I didn’t.

I am so gol-dern tired of pedestrians acting self-centeredly. Acting as though they are the bomb. I’m sorry you’re mom raised you that way. I’m sorry you didn’t learn to wait. I’m sorry you think it’s acceptable to walk around at night, in the dark, with no bright clothing, bright lights or reflective gear on. I’m sorry. And, I’m really glad, dear almost-injured woman, that you’re ok.

But, let’s have a talk. And it looks like this:

“God gave you one body. He gave me one body, too. And while we could have a talk about reincarnation and all that, for now, I think we’re both best served if we talk about our one body that we each have. I’m all into traffic rules and being safe on the road. But I need you — and every other pedestrian — to hold your part of the deal. See, my dear, if you assume that I’m going to bow to Your Amazingness and prostrate myself before your Self Importance, but I can’t see you, then you run the risk of getting hit by a vehicle. And as a dear of friend of mine who is a life-long walker and at the ripe age of 45 has never had a driver’s license has said more than once, ‘In history, when flesh and metal clash, metal usually wins.’ So, sweetheart, please, for yourself, for the people who love you, for The Future you’ve yet to meet, could you please be a little more self-responsible rather than self-focused. K?”

All right now. I feel much better. (Imagine me with a goofy, forced smile on my face now.)

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And, btw, I’m figuring I demonstrate this same self-centeredness in areas of my life, or else this issue wouldn’t bother me so. I find myself really angry when people jeopardize themselves, so perhaps this was some sort of cathartic, twisted way of me talking to myself about taking care of myself better. Not sure if that’s true. But I wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

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