It's my day off, and I've spent all morning reading. I plan to spend all afternoon writing. And drawing. And reading some more. Ooh, look, that darn anaphora is back.
I should go driving. I need to get my license in six days. But...it terrifies me. So, like all things that terrify me (namely very long papers about things that I feel I should know but don't, or trying out a new recipe that involves skills that I should know but I don't, or cleaning out that odd-looking bag of pizza that's sitting in the fridge at work that I should probably throw away for someone because I think there's more green than pepperoni), I'm waiting until the last possible moment to do it, when my mother's drive to teach me reaches my drive to learn.
Here's the funny thing about learning to drive, especially when you're over 18: your parents put all the responsibility on you for taking action and learning how to drive, but they don't realize that you are COMPLETELY reliant on them to teach you.
Someone...please...teach me?
The school countdown has begun. Well, it would have if numbers and I had some sort of arrangement where we work together as distant but amiable acquaintances. Instead, it's more like the relationship between dentist and patient, when the patient has five cavities and three root canals, and the dentist just broke up with his girlfriend and wants to punish said girlfriend vicariously through all of his female patients. He takes great satisfaction. You pass out from sheer terror and excruciating pain.
There should be an app for that.
Sweetheart... you need to go driving. The more you do it the less scary it is. Trust me. It is like working out. Just do it.
ReplyDeleteEver seen "We bought a zoo?" All you need is 20 seconds of courage. You just have to start.
Could you try driving in your neighborhood?
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