Posted on 11/02/2022 11:02:32 PM PDT by BenLurkin
Oh my...
Is that supposed to be her hitting the sidewalk?
Yikes 😳😳😳😳
She was probably in her own bedroom.
Her parents wouldn’t necessarily have been in the room with her.
Yes the pic was from video.
You need to chill clean up your mind. Guilty and not guilty verdicts are not lust per se. It is simply ugly vs non ugly. Get a clue...
That was awful. That poor guy, he will probably never get that sound out of his head.
It looked like she flinched at the very last second, too late.
I am always petrified driving by cars like that on a bike. Even in a car, it makes me a bit nervous, but on a bike...
Haven’t you heard? “Parents” are mere BFFs to their children. There are no house rules, chores, responsibility any more. Just lots and lots of screen time.
I blame the divorce industry pitting mothers and fathers against each other in a race to the bottom to see which household can be the most permissive.
Knew a fellow that happened to.
Just walking to a job and bang.
He was never the same.
To help save his job, company took him out of the field and put him on the dispatch desk.
Great idea - a parachute app on the selfie stick. A soft landing; they could call it the “Mary Poppins” app.
Ugh. I watched that linked video, and you could see the horror in that poor man.
I read an account of 9/11 by one of the responders in the World Trade Center, and he said the sound of bodies hitting the ground, which they heard quite frequently, was something he will never be able to wash out of his mind.
I imagine it is like soldiers in war who have smelled the combination of burnt flesh, rotting flesh, and blood, and say as long as they live, they would never forget it. Ever.
For most of us, it isn’t what we see, because many of us have seen a lot of terrible things. It is the other senses, what you hear, and what you smell that you often cannot control, because you can’t plug your ears or your nose in the same way that you can close your eyes, as that poor guy appeared to be doing.
God. I hope I never have to experience those things.
Not Guilty means the female in the photo is pretty, very pretty. And that is all it means.
Watching the screens of their cell phones.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
The thread article reveals that many people extend their awareness like a blind newt.
Few speak of it.
Lack of awareness of one’s physical surroundings is THE major cause of Darwin Award.
It has little to do with bikes, selfies or any other situation. It has to do with scattered awareness, a form of ignorance.
This can be cured by various meditative disciplines which unclutter and purify extended awareness.
For weeks, even with my eyes wide open, I could hear that sound in my head and in front of my seeing eyes, see his body and his bike pirouetting in unision as if I were back in the car.
It was like a video clip, playing in ultra high definition, full vivid color, and super slow motion. I could see his bare legs and biking shorts, his biking shoes with the toe clips, his open mouth, a black empty hole wide open.
If I wasn't actively engaged in doing some...thing...it would play, unbidden and unwanted, with absolutely no loss of fidelity.
After a few months of this, it happened less frequently, then finally, after about six months, it stopped altogether, so when I consciously think of it, I can still kind of see it, but the colors and resolution have faded in my mind.
So I thought I was over it.
Then, sometime after that, I was relaxing, watching a series "Better Call Saul" which I had never seen, and just started watching it out of boredom. It was ate at night, dark. I was comfortable. And the main character hits a guy on a skateboard while he is driving slowly through a suburban neighborhood. The guy on a skateboard just appears out of nowhere and gets hit by the guy driving the car.
In that scene, the view is from inside the car looking through the windshield as I was in real life, and the sound...
When it happened in that on-screen scene, I was not expecting it, and my heart rate skyrocketed in a fraction of a second and began hammering. In a panic, yelling "F**K! F**K! F**K!" I fumbled frantically for the remote to shut the thing off, panting in terror.
OMG. Holy crap.
I was looking for a description of that scene, and saw that there was an actual clip of the scene posted on YouTube. I just watched it and it had the same, immediate effect on me, though not as strong because...I kind of expected it this time, but it made me audibly swear and I felt my heart begin to pound.
Here is the link: LINK: "Better Call Saul" skateboard scam scene
Holy crap. I guess I am not 100% over it. Oddly, I shut the television off so quickly and never watched that series again, that I thought it was a bicycle he hit, not a skateboard.
The visual was bad for me, but the sound...good God. My heart still feels a bit funny. And that was nearly three years ago.
When I explained this to someone, they told me that was clear PTSD, and I will say, I always believed in the terrible effect that had on men who had been in combat, but until I felt it, I had no idea how visceral that was. And I was astonished it still could have that effect on me.
So, yes. That poor man. He may never get over that.
I understand. I try to keep my awareness at a reasonable level when I am out and about.
I walk out my front door sometimes, and think as I close the door “Nobody ever closes their front door in the morning and thinks ‘Well, I’m gonna get t-boned by a semi today...”
Thinning the herd.
Back in the 50s, I saw (and heard) a man fall from the ceiling of the old MSG (49th St) The sound of him hitting the arena floor......
re. 9/11, anytime I smell burning electrical insulation I’m taken back. According to Wiki, the pile burned for 99 days. I just remember it as a long time and the smell was always there, downwind.
I’ll bet. The sense of smell is a very primitive one, and the anatomy is attached directly to the underside of your brain.
There are certain smells that can trigger memory, no doubt.
When I smell jet exhaust, I am transported in time back to Cubi Point in the Philippines as a kid, and to NAS Millington in TN where I got my jet training.
Boom. Of course, those are good memories. I know guys who smell raw diesel burning, and it brings them somewhere else.
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