The ridiculousness

So yesterday I was riding my new bike home, pondering the things that have been troubling me. I'm tooling along, having gone eight of the nine kilometers necessary to take me from its birthplace to my home, without incident. I even rode along the side of the road and wasn't killed.

And suddenly, my left pedal falls off, and I crash into the wall of a police station, swiping a dude in the process.

I wasn't hurt, besides a scraped face, and neither was the man. I picked up the pedal and walked the bike the last of the way home, and laughed the whole way.

Because really, when the pedal falls off your bike as you're riding? There is obviously no way that you can possibly control what is happening to you. I remembered all of a sudden that life is a farce, a comedy, a misadventure. So I should probably stop taking it all so seriously, and just laugh at all the things. Better than crying, anyway.