When 10 and 2 fail you...
by disillusioned
(Deep Thoughts, 1241 views) - 1/4/05
(recorded 1/4/05 @ 4:02:54 AM)
Tonight, the rain poured down, magnificent. And I skidded about a half dozen or more times on pools of water, where a slick layer of water formed beneath my tires and lifted them from the road below.

And I'd feel my car lose control, and I'd feel it tug on the steering wheel. What people oftentimes tend to do when they feel a tug at the controls is to tug back. People tug back, but they do it with force. Fortissimo. Enough force, that they create another anamoly to attempt to correct. Guess what happens then? They try again, usually their last time, to correct. And they pull hard to the right. And it's too hard.

It's difficult, because sometimes our greatest failing is our tendency to overcorrect. Sometimes, if you had just let go- or left only a finger on the wheel, while the car emerged from the hydroplane, and you gradually corrected it back on its course- sometimes, (hell- most times,) you would've been fine.

Instead, we're smashed up against the side of another damn k-rail. And what's the difference now? Now, it's not where I want to be. I don't want to be reaching for my cell phone, now buried near the moonroof of my car, hoping to dial the digits it takes to talk to you with my dying breath. I don't want to have to see the flashing lights and worry if I'm epilectic, when the real concern should be the blood pouring out of my forehead.

I don't want any of those things.

Put simply:

We are a victim of our own intuitions.
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