NOPE to Driving.

howlinginside
May 19, 2016
1 min read

Driving test's in four days, I find it so hard to breathe I'm constantly peeing myself inside. (Worst, I'll have to skip college classes!)

Yes, I own this eccentric phobia of driving. Maybe not the typical straight-highway-speed-driving, but the challenges like parkings, roundabouts, cutting cars & much more. These scary obstacles swing me into a mood where you'd get while watching horror films. Literally. My lungs silently scream before every driving lesson (which I have to face again tomorrow) because I just cannot possibly stand the fact that I'm about to do shit I fear the most. It's like getting forced to do something you really really really don't want to do, yet you can't run away from it in a million years.

The five year old me used to be excited about driving in twelve years' time. Leaving home to go for a drink with buddies, getting caramel ice cream whenever I want, speed under the city lights, I know it would be one of the best freedoms I'd ever obtain. Not until when I hit the age of fifteen, trembles & racing heartbeats began to take over such excitement. Trust me, it was totally unexpected for the phobia to eat up a chapter of my adventurous trait. Shit just happens out of bloody nowhere.

Hmm, somehow I'm can't wait to get a bike license in the future. Bikes seem super cool to me.

Wish me a chill pill for tomorrow & lots of luck for next Tuesday. In return, I hope you have a fabulous week!