I have concluded that I should not own a car.

After owning it for not even two months, I managed to crash my new car. It is my very first accident ever, and it was totally my fault. I rear-ended someone who had stopped ahead of me for an occupied crosswalk. The pavement was wet and my tires didn't catch and I slid right into her. My front end is crunched, although my headlight didn't even break so maybe it isn't all that bad.

For some reason I'm kind of circumspect about all this. While I recognize the "victim" statement in the title of this post, I actually feel prepared to deal with the insurance company (hopefully tomorrow, when I happen to have a day off work), find an auto body shop that can do the work quickly and as cheaply as possible, and just move on, rather than wallowing in any kind of self-loathing.

That self-blame is lurking around the edges of my consciousness, but I hope to smother that spark before it smoulders into flame.