Somedays I wonder about me.

The other day, I was driving my car and I slowed down because the car ahead of me slowed down(fairly normal procedure, don't you think?). When all of a sudden, in my head I picture a car smashing into me from behind. and this image haunted me, even after I'd began driving again. it was rather odd. more odd was that later on, I was stopping at the mall to use the bank machine, and a woman started backing out of a parking space, keeping her eye on a truck that was backing out of another parking space a few spots down instead of behind her, where my car happened to be, even before she started backing up. Well, I tried to reverse to get out of the way, because I could see what was going on, but I stalled my standard of a car and wasn't going to be able to start it and back up before she hit me. luckly she was going ever so slow, and it didn't even make a scratch, let alone a dent. Now, I'm not saying I'm pshyic or anything. This "accident" is much different then the accident that popped into my head, but it's just odd that it happened on the same day.

Also, the other day(a different one then above), it was really windy. I'm talking,....well, just really freaking windy. and I was off picking up the boyfriend from work. so I was sitting in my car, and the wind was so strong that it was infact rocking my car. and this image pops into my head of the car toppling over, and glass going everywhere. then i see these trees ahead of where my car was parked. And you may have guessed, an image of one toppling over on to my car pops into my car pops in my head, and again, broken glass everywhere. neither thing happened, thankfully, and I returned home, after reciving the boyfriend, in one piece.

I just think the things that pop into my head are odd, that's all.

also, the other day(different, again, from the above. different from both of them), I could have sworn that these two kids were following me around the mall. These two kids were not together. they looked like normal teenage boys(as normal as teenaged boys can look, i mean). But for some reason I couldn't shake the feeling I was being followed, and it was one of them doing the following, although I wasn't quite sure which one, or, possibly, both.

and by that paragraph I mean, I think I'm getting more paranoid. Unjustly paranoid.

aren't you glad you stopped by today, so that you could read about my past days crazy?

-dee

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