There are times when I am entirely too laid back.
I was walking with my friend tonight, we try to jog or walk weekly to get a little exercise and hang out and vent. It is awesome. We were walking around a water park along a busy roadway, crossing the street entrance when an SUV came screeching around the corner, locked its brakes and instead of crashing into the car that was stopped so we could cross the street, she went into the bike lane and half onto the sidewalk, turned the corner into the water park and then bounced off the middle divider.
What the?! So, basically, if we were 3-5 seconds slower, we would have been in the crosswalk and run over. But while watching this my mind is thinking, “wow, look at her moves, she didn’t hit the light pole, she is in the bike lane and missed the stopped car! Whoa. Man, she is out of control, I hope she is ok.”
What I should have been thinking is, “holy crap – move move move so that this car can go out of control and you won’t be hit.”
No one was hurt, her car was a bit dinged, but I am wondering about my sense of self-preservation. Is this a by-product of too many movies and desensitization? Do I not yet realize that I am mortal? Is it a California thing? Or did my brain lock up on me?
Whatever it is, I don’t like it!
Have you ever done anything like that or are you just the opposite?