Disaster Bike Ride!

(This entry was written regarding yesterday.)
A picture means a thousand words, so here is one.


Yeah. gonococcus fell again. Because some idiot dashed out with his bike onto the zebra crossing 3 metres away from him. And he was on the road going at 30kmh. And that brakes, no matter how good, can't decelerate a person from 30 to 0 in 3 metres.

The only thought on my mind while I jam braked and fell was "Oh no, not again." No panic, no fear, just exasperation.

The idiot just cycled away, checking his bicycle. While my elbow was smarting and dripping with blood. Big deal. I'll just ride away too. So I checked my arms and hands for any injury and cleaned the wound with a quick spurt of water. Soldier on, gonococcus! It wasn't my fault at all, why should I let it affect my ride?

So I soldiered on. And with every time I step on those pedals, I just got more frustrated and furious at my crappy life. If lady luck existed, I bet she was flirting with some barman in the pub or something, because, obviously, lady luck wasn't around.

2 bike falls in 2 weeks, knees still hurting and ego still shattered. You can say I'm lucky to have walked off with only a scrape despite the circumstances of the crash, but really, who's 'lucky' enough to encounter a crash in the first place? And the rest of my life's a mess, with the weight of schoolwork and still trying to cope with not having any close friends I can easily meet up with anymore.

I went berserk. Just went pedalling furiously, not caring if I lost control and fell yet again, nor really caring if a 8-tonne truck came ploughing its way through my wretched self. That, with elbow still sore and caked with bright-red blood clots. On hindsight it was a stupid thing to do, but people do stupid things when they're placed in crappy situations. Yay, I'm a risk to myself. Knives and guns and poisons are known to be dangerous in the hands of a berserk person, but I wonder if it's ever documented that a bicycle can be deadly too?

It's like, when you're on the road, no one cares a damn about you, even if you die, because everyone's so eager to reach home to get their hot piping dinner, to see their kids, to have a long shower. The well-being of strangers? Probably not even on their list.

Same goes for real life. No one really cares. I could disappear from the face of this world and no one would really notice. Except family, but they do have pragmatic, down-to-earth reasons to be concerned.

But then, thinking about it, there are many people I care about even if I don't know them well, and it's weird but - knowing that I think that way comforts me that in the way that there'll be people just like me. And those people would be looking out for me, the same way I look out for others.

On the bright side, my JC pal AS cheered me quite a bit when I SMSed him to vent about the bike crash. He said 'tough times don't last but tough men do'. I have to say, that's one really true line I gotta remember.

Cut the bike ride short because I was just feeling too damn distracted after 40 minutes. Also too many idiots on cars feeding the monkeys on the road and blocking my way.

Went home and on the way saw that the canal was filled with a carpet of thick green moss. Weird.



Went home and tried to push all the bad energy in my mind using 1. Schoolwork (more MCQ questions) 2. Prison Break 3. STOMP forums. Well, it sorta worked.

I sometimes wonder if there are people who feels the same way as I do? Probably not. My mind's too strange.