I’m pretty relieved. My leg is recovering well. These past few months have been a total mess; I should be a bit more diligent about cleaning things up and getting things to work again. But mentally I have healed; I’m just outrageously pissed off, for understandable reasons I’d argue.
There are obviously still a few things that need to be taken care of in the next month or two, but as long as no one bothers me I’m convinced that this time it will be done properly.
It’s a nice story. When the scooter crashed I didn’t fall down or anything, actually the guy fell down and his scooter failed to start. I even helped him pick up his medication that had dropped, apologized a few times, and then walked on. I’ll write down the full thing later, it’s pretty weird.
During my elementary school days if I would tell a story like this they would simply say
Why do you always make up things like this?
But it’s true. This was a bit of an issue in my life. And as you can see, when I start writing down or saying some of the real stuff then there are few who can actually handle it.
Ergo, you should just have listened to me instead of being a bunch of overzealous smart freaks.
