After an extremely exhausting prior week and very start of another, it demanded for me to continue pushing through. Tuesday I was rushing to the office as I typically do for a session that was scheduled an hour earlier than our usual, I hopped in the car still very tired, rushing, and doing my makeup. As I jumped on the 55 freeway there is a section of merging for the 405 and 73 freeway, the lane I was in allows me to either continue onto the 55 freeway or merge onto the 405. I needed to get onto the 405, the lane I was in gives me the option for either and unsure I don't know if it requires a blinker. I merge onto the 405 and a motorcycle is on my right way too close to my car they could touch it. They are looking at me and I am looking at them I can see their face as we almost hit one another. I realize it is my ex boyfriend on a motorcycle that confirmed new vehicle of transportation. Twofold of shock, almost hitting someone and that someone is my very ex boyfriend. To my understanding he recently wrote about the exhilarating thrill of life and death and one example of this game of roulette; a motorcyle. The innapropriate side of me jokingly questions how exhilarating it must have been almost killed by your ex girlfriend on that motorcyle. Could you imagine?
On Tuesday at 8:45am it just so happens that my ex boyfriend and I were merging onto the same freeway at the exact same time and almost hit one another.
What are the fucking odds?
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