JL's Blog : Where Anything GOES.

SO as most of you may know, I was hit by a car a few days ago on Melrose. I had just gotten out of my car moments before. I was walking across the street towards Pink Berry because I HAD THE RIGHT AWAY, when an older man who obviously WASN'T paying attention drove into me hurting my left leg/knee. The same leg/knee I injured years ago during one of my basketball tournaments and NEVER wanted to go to the doctor for. Since that tournament, I still randomly get pains and such in the same leg. smh

Anyways, after I held onto the car for dear life and he realized what he had done and stopped immediately, I surprisingly was calm the whole time. Now, normally I curse people out and hit their cars when they're even too close to me when I walk down the street, but for some reason even after actually being physically moved by someone else's car and irresponsibility, I did nothing. Didn't scream, didn't curse. I simply asked him "Are u kidding me?" as he had this nervous, scared look upon his face. I wasn't worried about money or getting his info for some reason. I was glad it wasn't worse. When most people found out, I got reactions that I didn't expect. Instead of worrying about me and if I was ok, most people made jokes that they hoped I got some money from him, or asked me the same questions about the accident. It may not seem like a big deal, but it was a big deal to me. Now if I were seriously hurt, would people be joking still ? would they care? Because even though I was slightly hurt, the only ones who seemed to really care about MY well being were a few people I've NEVER met, my bf, my mother, one cousin and my aunt in Vegas. Pretty shady, huh ?

Out of everyone i know, just those few showed any attetion for me and for that day boyyyy was my leg swollen. So, I thank those who really gave a fuck it just showed me who cares. Through all of the shit I've done and put up with people, it just really disappointed me. In my eyes, everyone is an enemy. Family or not. This is why it's always hard for me to trust. why should I? Now if I would've been dead, it shows most wouldn't give a fuck. Maybe way down the road, but no time, soon after my passing. This is why I like to be to myself most of the time. No phonies, no drama, no flakes or fakes and definitely no people who pretend like they care. it's all good. I've been through worse. This is just another eye opener and observation with a lesson learned.