Death, anger, etc.

I’m having a bad week. I’ve been having a bad time. I’m not sure when or how this actually started, but I’m not enjoying myself very much at the moment. Come to think of it, I’m not enjoying much at all right now.

I think this really rose to the surface yesterday after I walked past the scene of a tragic accident — yet again. This happened twice in exactly one month. So there are traffic-related accidents every day. I get it. It’s just that now, I’ve got the image of blood trickling down a dead man’s foot in my mind to go with the pool of blood on the sidewalk at 13th and Walnut.

It’s not enough that I envision myself getting decapitated or otherwise killed/slaughtered by the most trivial things (a tree, a rock, a flying piece of…thing) with every step I take (literally; I don’t walk/run down the stairs without seeing myself tumble down and knock all of my teeth out, or start crossing the street without seeing a speeding car take my leg away).

And as I typed that last sentence, the fire alarm in the building went off, making me go from one cold place to another (outside).

I don’t know if that makes me morbid or just very much aware of my own mortality. In the meantime, I might lose my hands to frostbite if I keep typing.

I think I’m starting to PMS, too. Great timing indeed.