It's Running Related Though! wrote:
I ran in front of a car that had rolled to a stop a few feet past a stop sign. The driver wasn't looking at me, just at traffic, and almost hit me. I IMMEDIATELY flicked him off like it was nothing. I was probably like 6 feet from him, his window was down I looked right at his face.
He had big sunglasses on, I didn't get a long look, he didn't say anything. Could have been my next-door neighbor and I wouldn't have known. Could have been one of hundreds of people who would recognize me by face but not by name, especially next time he sees me running, I was close to my house. He'll see me again and know me, but I won't know him. He could already know who I am, plenty of ways to do that in my freaking hometown. Sports, school, work, my parents.
That guy, and anyone else in the car, knows me as the A-hole runner that jumped in front of their car at a stop sign and flicked them off. And that's fair, that's all I've ever done interacting with them. In this guy's reality, I'm an A-hole and he's not wrong.
In a hurry to tell this guy he did something (not that) wrong, which he already would have known, I basically said "fu*k you" to him and anyone in the car. Total dick move that I can't take back now.
I'm planning to go to confession tomorrow ND basically saying "what do you want me to do to cancel it out" because I can't come up with ab answer, and I probably won't be able to sleep because of this and I can't let it go.
There's plenty of stuff online about clearing your head of brooding thoughts but this isn't like that because this is actually my fault and my responsibility.
His window was down? You should have deposited a few ounces of saliva into his face. He would have remembered you for sure then.
Confession? Hahahahaha......
Put your running shoes away and retire. You're a disgrace to mankind.
Take up another activity, such as wearing your mommy's apron and baking brownies made of your feces.