I used to have dreams (still do) where I try to run away from something but my legs won't allow me to run any faster and whatever is behind me closes in.  I feel so trapped inside my physical body because I can't do anything about the mess I'm in.  Today kind of felt like that.  I was driving down the road and needed to make a left hand turn.  I got a green arrow (don't mistake for a green ball) and made a left.  I noticed a beat up car easing out to make a right on the same road I was attempting to get on.  The lady was supposed to yield to me but kept going, apparently not seeing me one time (keep in mind this is an old lady who was wearing glasses).  I stayed in the left lane as I watched her and thought to myself, "this lady better stay on her side", well as soon as I thought that,  she comes over to the left lane and hits my right side (btw the sound of a car on car isn't the most pleasant sound in the world, so for your ears sake, stay out of wrecks).  Anyways, I pull over into a parking lot as I'm saying to myself, "what the fuck was she thinking".  Another word of advice, never drive away from the wreck, always stay put lol I obviously did the opposite of that, but I stopped and she came over and pulled beside of me.  My adrenaline was pumping at that point so I got out of the car and the first thing I said was, "you do know I had the green arrow", well immediately a man and a women stepped out of the car and said, "respect your elders", well I didn't have to respect her when she was telling me I was in the wrong.  So we calmed down and spoke over it reasonably and I called my parents for them to come down because I have never been in a wreck before.  So they came down and 30 minutes later so did the cops (apparently they were too busy collecting money from people who don't give signals).  The cop collected both stories and both stories were conflicting.  The lady had convinced herself that she had the green light and I had the solid green on my side, so she said I had to yield to her.  I didn't blame the cop for saying he doesn't know who was at fault because there is no evidence for either story.  The only evidence was how the car was hit and he said if the insurance companies went by that, then I would be at fault!  So that's when the rage came in to play.  I had felt like I had been fucked so hard up the ass and couldn't do anything about it, figuratively speaking.  I knew I was right but couldn't do anything about it.  I guess that was my first life lesson of many to come for me.  Today I realized the reality of growing up, dealing with everyday issues that are out of your hand.  Facing the fact that your right, but not being able to prove it is a tough pill to swallow, but unfortunately that's how it is, and now I know this so far.  Im willing to bet I'm going to have to deal with more shit like this, but to me being a grown up is dealing with a these situations in a light-hearted manner.  I have to keep myself still until stuff like this passes, then I can move again, or would it be more reasonable to keep moving anyways?  Questions like these are going to come up for me at the most unexpected times.  Shit all I was trying to do was attend a free meal friday to feed my empty belly and what I got was a belly full of societies lies.  I certainly am looking forward to more of these inconvenient occasions, but in the meantime I have some music to create, so in a way, unlike my dreams, I can still run faster than what is being presented behind me.  I must keep moving and aiming high, or else I will go down with the rest of the people who have given up, like the liars who hit me today. :)