Self-inflicting car crash

Every day one is faced with situations which might end in fatal disaster. Today was no exception for me. Because today was the day I was to drive a car on a public way for the first time in my life.
Needless to say this is a situation that occurs multiple times a day all over the world. New drivers are let out in the traffic for the first time meeting the new dangers of driving a car alongside other people, things and animals.
Wish everybody good luck!

So, what would it be like dying in a self-inflicted car crash? My first thought is: Messy, loud, chaotic and definitely guilt-filled. Not only might one not die instantly and therefore suffer for a longer period of time in which body and mind might be caught between the interior of the car, but there is also the possibility one is the main reason another person is injured or killed.
I hope to never ever die in a car crash I was responsible for. I would never be able to, in a figurative speech, live with myself. Being the reason of another persons misery is not a thing I would ever like. And then on the more personal injury note I really hope not to die in a car crash in general since I'm pretty sure extreme pain is guaranteed. Slow death with extreme pain one cannot control is NOT the way I want to die. But if, on the other hand, I was to be lucky and get killed instantly then maybe it would be okay.
But since there really is no guarantee on which it might be I hope for it to never ever happen.

On a side note I have been very cautious and a little tense whenever I drive too fast since the car crash I was involved in on the German highway when I was younger.



Oh and I just remembered the glass shard I have in my back pocket. Pretty stupid to forget about that.

Welcome to the end

Ever wondered what would have happened if that car you just passed hadn't passed you, but smashed into you on the sidewalk instead? If that beer you just drank was the one that would make your liver fail in a bad combination of pain killers? Or what would happen to you if you happened to be in the presence of a wild Bengal tiger.
As you stand in a situation were suddenly blood rushes to your head, the heart starts beating faster and senses sharpen as adrenalin tries to soothe the chock of events and your mind desperately tries to fathom what almost was about to make an end to its function.

In the afterthought of all these events does it sometimes cross your mind if you were actually kind of rooting for it to happen to you anyway?


I do this quite a lot. Today I got the idea of scribbling down my common (or not so common)/immediate or really through-thought reactions and thoughts on my daily encounters of "near death experiences". I call it that since they are not actual deathly situations, but only potential situations which could have developed in a very unfortunate way (or fortunate if you root for the other team).

When your life is boring and not worth blogging about then why not blog about death?