Yeah, what you don't see in all those pictures of gridlocked Los Angeles is the huge mass of bike races clogging the entire freeway just out of frame.
It's a really embarrassing problem for the city, having a bunch of folks with jacked quads lookin' like highlighters jamming their freeways and stroads.
Otherwise everyone could really hit the gas and go maybe 30 mph without a major collision incident!
(The internet is crazy so I must clarify this is intended to be delivered as satire.)
THIS. How come we constantly find ourselves messing up things where the only practical solution would be simply time traveling to not having done it?
I'm kinda sick of it at this point, either give me a way to fix it, or the slack I give everybody else. If nobody was mortally threatened by my mistake, it's not worth endlessly rattling on or yelling about.
I HATE disappointing people but I'm going to, and sadly statistically at a higher rate than others. Forgive me and move on, or I'll forgive myself and do the same.
It honestly kinda crushes me but I've found myself candidly and sincerely saying things like:
"No I don't wanna go to / do that fun-sounding thing unless I've literally got the whole day for it, because whenever I have too much fun I end up in some kind of trouble where I totally forgot something important or I had some place to be or something, so nah."
I really do wish I could turn to whimsy or serendipity more often, but I'm just expecting to suddenly look at my phone and see missed calls and texts like "Are you almost here?" or "WHERE ARE YOU!?" or something of the like...
I'm even aware this seems like irrational anxiety but boy have I been burned before...