I saw the most horrible thing today. I think I’m traumatized.
And I want to tell you all about it except that I don’t want to completely gross you out and, also, I don’t want you to think that I’m a horrible, lame person** because…well…
Ok. What happened is that I was driving down the road when the car in front of me swerved to avoid something, and as I got closer I could see that it was an animal - but not like a normal animal, because this critter was wildly flopping around, again and again, in a perfect circle. And as I squinted through the dust on my windshield, I was like, “What the hell?! Is that cat…break dancing!” - and for a split second, I totally thought there was a break dancing cat in the road and I was like “How COOL is THAT?!”…
Then I saw the blood.
And I realized that the poor thing was ~surprise!~ not break dancing, but, in fact, dying. It quickly became obvious that the little guy had been hit by a car and was in some kind of terrible, spasmodic fit of death. It just looked like break dancing.
In the seconds that followed, as I sped closer to the gory scene, the following crossed my mind:
Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.
I should do something.
What? What should I do?
Ok. Just…drive around it.
Don’t look at it! Doh!! You looked. Why’d you do that?!?!
Why would a cat be break dancing? Cats can’t break dance! You’re so dumb…
And then something crazy happened. I looked back in my rearview mirror to see the truck behind me take aim and drive directly over the cat, putting an immediate end to its windmill power move, and all its other moves, too. The show was over.
Now that is a guy who knows how to make a decision. Seriously. The guy behind me didn’t waste any time - He saw an ugly situation, weighed his options, and acted. Honestly? What he did is probably what I should have done. It sounds gross, but it was likely the kindest and most compassionate thing to do. It just never crossed my mind to run over the mortally wounded cat…again. (And I’m ok with that because that is aaaall kinds of oogy.) But I do like the idea of being a “survey and take action” kind of person. Too often, I fall into the category of “analyse the crap out of crap, then come to an irrelevant conclusion” - which is exactly what you see when you look back at my thought process throughout today’s tragedy; “Cats don’t break dance.” Perfect. Just what the poor, smooshed kitty needed to know.
But the whole thing got me thinking about how I’ve been over-thinking some decisions that need to be made. I’ve been putting off some work that needs to be done because I’ve been worried about silly little details that don’t much matter. I’ve been swerving to avoid some messes instead of dealing with the cause, head on…*ahem*…So to speak.
So there you have it. I’ve been inspired to take action by the guy who steam-rolled a break dancing cat.
**I told you you’d think I was horrible and lame.
What about you? Are you a quick-thinking, action taker? Or a thoughtful put-offer, like me?