Yesterday I was pulling out turning right into a road and a cyclist rode straight into my drivers side door kek
He was fine but his bike was a bit fucked, said he lived nearby which was lucky. Gave him my number, texted me today saying basically he might pursue an insurance claim if a bike mechanic says its bad damage. Pleasant enough guy, of course I was totally cooperative etc. 
Typically in this kind of situation where confrontation is likely, I would adrenaline dump and start wigging out with anxiety like a gay little faggot. Ultimately I think this is the crux of all the issues in my life. What stood out though was this time I was unusually calm, my heart rate wasn't totally jacked up, and actually he was very clearly the most shaken up one. Struggled a bit to put my number into his phone etc. I do wonder if noticing him being flustered and rattled made me less so. I've been thinking about this equation non-stop since. 
Having 18.4 standoes now. Misso out for dinner with her girlfriends. Been so long since a good goon sesh on the laptop by myself. Enjoying!