A fucked up thing happened this morning. I got up early, felt good, had just jumped on the highway well ahead of the rush and all of a sudden the cars are all braking. Several pull over to the left and the rest of us crawl forward. Then a couple cars up I spot something on the close edge of the carpool lane on my left. We crawl closer. It can't be. It is. I can't help but stare at the rag-doll'd body on the pavement outside my open window. So fresh there isn't any blood yet. Seconds old. I pass the stopped cars as two crying women emerge from the first. Traffic picks up and I zombie to work stunned. Forty five minutes later the internet says the bridge jumper never hesitated, she just climbed the fence and let go.
I though about a lot of different things today. Thought about people I know, people I love and people I don't know. I thought about the selfishness of the jumper and the lives she affected and I wondered if she thought about those people too - was it one final fuck you or did she just need to get out now?
Planets aligned this week for intense psychology. Neighbors on both sides moved out (one glad one sad) and relatives not seen for 12 years hung out tonight - welcome to Minneapolis. Then Heath stopped by on his DR. Mind blown.