Like a moth to a flame

Sometimes when I'm driving on the freeway those cement walls in the middle call out to me. They say things like, "Jessica, drive into us. Right now. Just do it. Just turn your wheel to the left sharply. Come on, you know you want to." And it seems like such a reasonable request. Why should I not comply?

Ha! Now you know my dirty little secret. I'm fucked up in the head! And...cue the showtunes.