Fatal Accident

I just realized how close to getting hit by cars I was today. It didn’t happen just once, but twice.

For some reason, I just went into a very deep… for a lack of a better term, thinking mode. I don’t know what overcame me. Maybe it was just to pass the time by while I was biking home. I was over at my friend’s apartment. I made dinner for him and we hung out until 11 PM and I left. I’m grateful it is so late and that not many cars drive around midnight, but I seriously need to be more cautious when biking and stop myself from drifting off into these “think modes” because it’s dangerous. I didn’t even notice that the stop lights were red until after I crossed them. The first time there were no cars, but the second time, there was an oncoming car and I didn’t even know what I was doing. I guess my mind didn’t register that the stop light was red and I should have stopped, but I kept going. I’m glad he was paying attention because he slowed down for me and I waved a sorry and thanks to him. I’m very appreciative of him. I’m surprised I didn’t get into an accident. I feel, though, that if I keep this up, then an accident is inevitable. I should be more careful. Oh well, I’m alive. I feel like tempting fate until something happens. Why? Because I don’t believe in fate. It’s pretty stupid, though, because I’m just asking for it. No, I’m not serious about doing that.