So, regardless of whether or not I have enough acting/singing talent to do well on Broadway, I think it's completely necessary for me to move to New York or some other big city where all you do is walking, because for the life of me I can't fucking drive. Ucht. SO stressed out. I'm having problems turning. TURNING. THIS IS THE BIG THING STANDING IN MY WAY?! TURNING?!
I think I'm just too easily distracted to make a good driver, because if I start focusing solely on one thing I stop focusing on everything else, and then I have to be reminded that the light ahead is red. UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH.
Freeway driving I can do, that's fine and relaxing, but JESUS christ I suck at driving on regular roads. WHY IS LIFE SO HOLLOW?!
I'm going to go wallow in self pity now.
I think I'm just too easily distracted to make a good driver, because if I start focusing solely on one thing I stop focusing on everything else, and then I have to be reminded that the light ahead is red. UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH.
Freeway driving I can do, that's fine and relaxing, but JESUS christ I suck at driving on regular roads. WHY IS LIFE SO HOLLOW?!
I'm going to go wallow in self pity now.
I hate driving all together, whenever possible I try to get someone else to drive. Well before the accident(s) I didn't have a problem with driving, but now it has made me nervous and bitter about driving.