Confession

I did something kinda despicable today. I was in the parking lot of my last job of the day, I was exhausted, and while I was pulling out of my parking space. I backed right into the front right corner of the car behind me. I've hit two cars in the past month. Today made my third. I freaked out. I got out of the car, and looked.

My car was fine, as usual. Their car was dented, but no cracks, no paint issues, perfectly drivable. I looked around. Nobody had seen me. So, after standing there debating this moral decision, I went with what I knew was wrong. Instead of giving the poor guy my information and risk having my insurance revoked, I left.

I felt awful. I still do, I've just gotten the event out of my head. But that was really shitty of me. Really shitty. Probably ranks in the top five shittiest things I've ever done. So dude, I'm sorry. Really. I wish I could have told him I'd pay for the repairs if he promised not to go to the insurance company, but I couldn't risk it. I need my car for my job. I'm a shitty driver, but I need to drive in order to make a living.

What's done is done, though. Maybe I can do something to make up for it karmically. I hope so.