One day I was walking across the Morrison Bridge
to my job
(having taken the MAX
to the Yamhill Station
). After reaching the three-quarters mark, I found myself
with the desire
to dash into traffic
Indeed, this strange desire kept growing stronger and stronger! Much to my chagrine, I had to keep my eyes on the sidewalk, and even lean towards the railing, to resist an almost physical urging. I kept thinking, "I could make it if I sprinted." To which I responded, naturally enough, "Hell no, you idiot! You'll die instantly."
Obviously enough, I made it across without flinging myself to certain death. Even so, it was a chilling experience.