One of these days

It's going to happen. It's just a matter of time. And the worst part is, I could so easily prevent it. But one of these days, I'm going to get hit by a car.

I don't know what it is, but I continually find myself running across the street at inopportune times, forgetting to look both ways or just simply not looking at all. And it's not even the whole driving-on-the-other-side-of-the-road thing. That would have been a legitimate excuse six months ago, but now? It's second nature. (And second nature to the point that when I'm back in the US, I'm fearful that I'm going to look the wrong way when crossing the street.) It's just that people here drive differently. I can't really place my finger on it, because in some instances, drivers here are much more courteous than in the States, but in others, they seemingly couldn't give a shit.

Is it a rude thing? No, despite my personal perceptions, I don't think it's meant to be. Is it more of a cultural thing? Yeah, probably. (I think that we, as pedestrians, sometimes seem to have some delusional sense of entitlement to the road, that all cars will stop and bow down before us. And Aussie drivers just don't seem to roll with that.) Regardless of what it is, I'm definitely not used to it.

Take today, for example. TWICE, I had close calls. After the first time, I thought -- just as I've thought each time in the past -- My God, I'm going to get hit by a car one of these days! And then hours later, as I was crossing another street, I found myself in the same situation. And I thought to myself, My God, I'm going to get hit by a car one of these days! And so on and so forth.

So if you stop hearing from me, please do me a favor and call the local hospitals in Sydney. Because one of these days, it will happen. Thanks in advance.