I’m outside for like ten minutes talking to someone across the street and I get run over by someone on a bicycle— and they just continued pedaling!
What’s with my luck?
One part of me: (oh fuck no I am going to kill them.)
The other part: (How the hell do these things even happen to you?!)
Nope, I totally get it. I didn’t go after them, I’d been knocked down so I just kind of sat there like “WAT.” It’s probably my timing or something.