Ever had the urge? You know the one. Your driving down the highway, and you come up to a curve, and you start to wonder what would happened if you just didn't turn. What would it feel like, to crash into the ditch, reducing your car to a twisted hunk of metal, and yourself to a twisted hunk of flesh. Or maybe you just want to jerk the wheel one way or the other, and let the car dive in, maybe rollover, maybe smash head on into the oncoming truck in the other lane. Wouldn't it be a thrill? It could all just end.
But then you come to your senses, and remember something you read in the paper about a 100 car pile up in dense fog, and you decide that it's not really such a good idea. Isn't it scary with what your mind comes up with sometimes? How could you be so morbid, how could you allow yourself to toy with your destructive urges? You don't want to commit suicide, do you? It's not like you're depressed. Everything is fine. It's just not a good idea. Besides, your passenger would *not* be pleased. It's just an urge. Ignore it.