10.12.03
I was watching Crash again, and I still think it's a strangely hot movie, what with the sexual deviancy and graphic nudity, but overall not my speed.
Yes, there have been times where I have been sorely tempted to smash into some idiot because s/he is pissing me off with his/her driving, and for that split second I feel like I should teach him/her a lesson and crunch in the side of his/her car.
Or my imagination runs a little far when I am tired on the road and driving, and I decide that I should pull over and get something to drink or walk around before I drift across the lanes and hurtle my car towards oncoming traffic, run off the road and crash into a railing, roll in a ditch, or something else equally horrible. And I wonder whether or not the airbag deploying would do more to help or harm. Or if I'll managed to monkey up my poor nose on the steering wheel. I can't stand sleeping upright for 6 weeks again. That sucked yea verily.
But, having sat in the the drivers seat, in that split second before impact, helplessly watching my car skid towards the back of someone else's car, knowing that there is nothing I can do to make it not happen, and dreading the awful impact of bumper on bumper and grill on trunk, I can't imagine doing it on purpose.
It's scary as shit, being that powerless.
And it definitely isn't the kind of scary that makes me feel all sexually-charged and nubile.
It's more the kind that makes me want to pee my pants and cry like a baby.
Which I'm not really fond of doing in the first place.
What's in your head?