what is fear?

muntik na akong mapatay kagabi.

oo, mapatay at hindi mamatay.

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Traffic wasn't moving on the flyover from C5 going to Market Market. The flyover has a narrow 2-lane entrance that widens to 3 towards the bend. I was almost at the bend when the traffic enforcer (READ: Security Guard) decided to take his time letting all the eastbound cars pass. I had been waiting for almost ten minutes already when this guy on a motorcycle tried to get through the narrow space in between my car and another one.

Side note: I hate motorcycle drivers. They are a bane to the society. Yes, I am mean like that.

Seeing that there's this fugly guy trying to sneak into the narrow space, I gave him a frustrated look and then looked away. He then hit my side mirror with the edge of his motorcycle handle such that I was forced to look at him again.

He moved forward just enough so that I could see that he had a gun hanging by his belt.

I was mortified. I had envisioned myself dying from a car crash since I race against 16-wheeler trucks on a daily basis (knock on wood) but I never thought of being gunned down on a highway! And not by a fugly dude on a cheap motorcycle!

He was not contented with that. He moved in front of my car, gave me a really penetrating stare and paraded the gun on his belt.

After thinking about how my mom would react to my untimely demise, I thought of ways to potentially save myself.
1. Since I was on D and was just stepping on the brake, I could just accelerate, hit him and run him over by my pretty car. And I could chalk it up to self defense. And then he dies.
2. I could take off my seat belt, quickly open the door and jump outside so that the car will run him over and then he dies.
3. Pull out my gun in the car and shoot him before he shoots me and then he dies.

Okay, no. I don't have a gun in my car. But yeah, last night, my best option was him dying and not me. Could you really blame me if I wished him harm?

With all these thoughts running through my head, I didn't have the time to see the proverbial flashing of my life sequence when you are about to die. I was busy saving my life, silly.

So there I was staring at him while he stared back like he was really going to kill me.

And then he left.

And I muttered a silent prayer.

I think I need to get a gun.