I'm just curious to see what everyone thinks of peoples' obsession with ambulance chasing, and why we all gawk at car accidents. I saw one earlier this evening, so I started wondering, and this is what I think... I'm a bit lazy to re-type the whole thing out, so I'll just directly copy-paste what I posted in my journal earlier this evening, which will explain why I entertained the thought, etc:
I went out with the intent of shopping. I ended up getting nothing done, having run into an acquaintance from high school as I went into the office store to pick up some school supplies (which I ended up not getting; I just wandered around aimlessly pondering why I hadn't called any friends from high school after graduation, or something). I went to the grocery store to pick up pineapple chunks and some carmel cream candies that mom likes that she wanted me to get, and they didn't have the candy... So I drove up, back past the house, and went to the Rite-Aid because I knew they had them.
Car crash.
Front end of the car looked like it had been played like an accordion... And here I am driving down the street with a photo-book from Borders of car crashes and "other tragedies". So I parked, went in, got the stuff, and walked a ways down the sidewalk, just watching, completely detached from it and yet fascinated for reasons previously unknown... and I figured out where my actual fascination with car crashes lay. The fascination is in peoples' willingness to climb into a metal box that can become a death cage... and yet the phobia of crawling into an airplane, which is many, many times safer than a car.
I suppose there's an element of illogical fear at the loss of control that causes it; you can drive your own car until you die, but climbing in an airplane and strapping yourself in requires trust in someone else's knowledge, trust that they can control something that you likely know almost nothing about... we know that statistically, airplanes are safer; we think, subconsciously, that we're immortal and car crashes only happen to 'other people'. We all think we're the best drivers in the world. We all speed and say we won't. We all cut people off. We all try to take shortcuts and we all run red lights.
It has to do with the loss of convenience coupled with this subconscious belief that we're immoratal and the best drivers in the world. Not getting in a plane means arranging other means of long-distance travel; not getting in a car means public transit or walking. The former generally has little influence on daily life; the latter means no job. So we ignore the fact that cars are more fatal by far than other means of transportation - we swallow it, and take the car keys despite the fact that, inevitably, someone will be taking those keys from the hand of death, getting in the car, driving away, and ending up at the morgue instead of work or a friend's house or the store.
Having realized this, I will just as readily fish my keys from my purse and drive fifteen or twenty over the speed limit to get to work tomorrow - but I will now know why I stare at car accidents with a detached fascination I've never understood before.
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