So I posted my first update here in almost two months yesterday.
There's multiple reasons why I haven't been posting here, but mostly I've been very busy, and I have some things to share, observations and insights, and a significant amount of data to back it up, but I don't have the time to share it because I have become a working class slave, but I'm a freelance self-employed slave. How about that? Did you even know that was a thing? Well, it is.
Anyway, I've been very busy lately, and have been postponing going to the grocery store, but I had to go, and I went, but unfortunately on the way to the store I witnessed the most unpleasant thing I've ever before witnessed in my life. I witnessed an elderly woman being run over by a large SUV. She was in the cross walk, but it didn't have any traffic lights. Actually, it's not the first time its happened, multiple people have died, and multiple people have been run over in the same exact spot, and yet they don't fix it.
I didn't witness the actual impact, was about 30 seconds behind, and was the first person to appear on the scene, but within seconds a whole crowd materialized. I didn't know the woman, but she was a senior, probably in her 60s or 70s, and she got hit by a large SUV, and there was a puddle of blood, and she was crying.
So I experienced a traumatic event, and realized that I don't like that, and would never want to pursue a career as an EMT or crime scene forensic specialist, it eats at me, and I don't like it.
And yet if I were to take a personality test, I'd probably answer like I'm stoic and can do it, but I don't want nothing to do with that. I would prefer to perform a role preventing it from happening in the first place.
Edit: Oh, by the way, I failed to mention that I was on a bicycle, and when I say I was the first person on the scene, I mean the first pedestrian. Like I said I didn't actually witness the impact, but I heard a loud thump, and at first thought that maybe the vehicle hit a construction sign, because there was some unfinished construction work in the area, and then I realized there was actually a person lying in the road and not moving, and so I got off my bike and walked a little closer, and was literally standing within three feet away from her, and I can't help thinking that she could of been one of my neighbors but am not absolutely sure.
I didn't do anything other then stand there, motioning with my hands, and yelling to stay the fuck back when this creep started to honk his horn, because I had a high visibility vest on and figured I'd stand there to help prevent other cars from running her over and finishing her off, because there were some slimy piece of shit drivers refusing to stop, and meanwhile other people surfaced within seconds and they called paramedics, because I didn't bring my phone and so there was nothing more I could do. But I was so angry with some of the fucking drivers, and at that moment I was feeling like I really hate it here and have to get out of here.
There is so much more to this story, about the circumstances around this particular intersection with unfinished construction that was actually making a preexisting problem much worse than it was before, but I can't go into it for obvious reasons, but basically I live in a low IQ sanctuary city with fucking monsters on the city payroll masquerading as human beings, and moronic city planners in charge of pedestrian pathways and bicycle lane infrastructure who neither walk nor ride a bike. Believe me, it's a great city for riding a bike, but most of the award winning trails are on the outskirts, along the washes, but the inner city and the major intersections are not safe for pedestrians or cyclists, especially for people who are not used to riding in traffic like I am, and I always assume that the driver doesn't see me, isn't going to stop, and is a terrible driver. But a lot people, especially elderly assume that if they are in a crosswalk they are safe, but they're not.
Also, most of the time when a person runs someone over and they die, unless the driver is under the influence, nothing usually happens to them, other than maybe having their license temporarily suspended, because they say it was just a terrible accident, but maybe it was intentional, and no one would ever know, so a person could basically get away with murder this way.
OK, I'm finished with my rant for now.








