Friday, July 24, 2009
A rush of adrenalin and anger makes one do stupid things.
Damn.
I almost get bro and myself killed during the trip back to Cape Town... I don't know why I choose to drive like that.
Geez... Trucks that choose not to give way, kicking up rubbles and stones from their huge tyres, into my windscreen~ those rubbles are flying like bees into us, making little scratches all over.
A fit of rage flies into me...
I tried to overtake the truck uphill, driving into the opposite lane~just as both the truck and us reached the hilltop... I was hoping that there wouldn't be a car------ but I see a truck. But luckily for me, the truck was at a distance away.
I don't know what gone into me. I did it again and again~
Alot of people say my driving is reckless, they couldn't understand that my driving is simply being fast and efficient. I cut roads, I take on bends, I like the Adrenalin rush--- That to me is not reckless, since I know what I am doing.
But yesterday's incidents made me aware of myself... Thats reckless. Yesterday's incidents were nothing but reckless.
I can't get it out of my head yesterday. The moment I heard mum's voice over the phone, I feel so guilty. I immediately confessed and apologised.
Guilt that I almost made a irregrettable mistake. Guilt that I don't think rationally.
Guilt that I almost cause great pain to mum and dad.
Why didn't I see that I am not driving alone? I can't guarantee that I won't do that again...
But if I am tempted again, I will remind myself of yesterday.
What an idiot I was.
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