i stepped out of bed at 1:44 pm and turned on the game. the giants were down 7-0 and hadn't done a thing. from that moment on they dominated the field and finished victoriously. therefore it's safe to say that i am partly responsible for the win. i will help them next week as well.
going through red lights freaks me out... of course i dont make a habit of this, but when i'm driving late at night in a small town, i tend to just go when i'm not supposed to. but there's something about the power of a red light and my disregard for it at that moment that is kind of scary. maybe i just took 10 years off of my life... or maybe i just added 20. either way i've most likely changed the course of time and i have no idea if it was for better or worse. now, steve brings up a great point in saying that there are routine things in a day that balance out my neglect for the traffic signal. if i worked for a living and punched out at exactly 3:30 every single day, then we're back to where we would be despite the incident. but if some event happened before that balance point that would not have happened had you stayed and waited for green, then you're screwed... or you're saved. if you get home 30 seconds earlier than you would have cuz u said screw the light, and you catch some ad on TV that you wouldn't have seen which prompts you to... um go to ikea the next day? then ur whole world is different. you could say this about any event that you do or dont do, but there's something about red lights that REALLY freak me out. it's like slapping time in the face... i'm too good for time and fate and what it has in store for me. who do i think i am?
and then i was like... i'm a rock star i dont need red lights. so now i speed past them.
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