...It makes me feel so guilty sometimes.
Anyway, yeah, I hate driving. I take lessons with driving instructors in those special cars that have a second brake/accelerator, and then I feel pretty safe. (I’ve had ten of those to date.) I don’t like driving in our family’s car as much though, although at least my mom is more…quiet than my dad. Still, I could never imagine driving alone, because I’m terrible at remembering things like right-of-way rules, and I’m bad at judging the distance of other cars a lot of the time, so for both of these reasons I always need the other person in the car to tell me whether or not I can go. Plus, I’m kind of the type of person who’s scared of people being mad at me, so that doesn’t help either.
It sort of frustrates me when everyone says that “practice makes perfect” because the only way to practice, it seems, is to do the REAL thing with all the REAL risks involved, before you’re ready. Furthermore, sometimes I think learning to be a good driver is useless, because I’ve heard of people who are fantastic drivers and still get into terrible, life-changing (or life-TERMINATING) accidents because of someone else.
And then there’s the perfectionism aspect of it. I mean, the cost of doing one single things wrong can be devastating, and I’m not talking about money. But it’s so difficult not to! You have to practically have 360-degree vision the whole time, and there are so many things to remember that you have to remember at the same time. I don’t understand how people could possibly do that.
I will admit, though, that I’ve gotten better. The very first time I got behind the wheel, I had more control over the car than I expected I would. And my first two driving lessons were terrible, but after that I got generally used to the feeling of it. But I still hate the idea of having to drive alone.