Why I Hate Driving

I really felt like I needed to do a post in relation to the reasons why I hate driving because Jason insisted on telling me that I'm not normal because of it.  I can't be the only person who hates driving.  Hate is a very strong word, but if anything applies more to the word hate in my life, it's driving.  To be honest, I haven't really drove much of anywhere in the past three years whether it was with Jason or by myself.  Most of the reason behind that is because Jason and I have worked at the same place for the past three years and we're always together, so I guess I've just kind of took for granted that Jason always drove everywhere.

Just recently, with me being out on worker's comp, Jason was taking me to all my appointments.  For awhile now, he has been getting aggravated and complaining because he has to work all night and it interferes with his sleeping schedule when he has to take me to my appointments.  I'm not that selfish, I completely understood.  However, that still didn't help the fact that I was absolutely petrified to drive, especially by myself.  Since not having drove in the past three years, I've gotten a little rusty at it which made me all the more nervous to start driving again.  I second guess pretty much everything that I do and driving is pretty close to the top of that list.  Second guessing your driving is the last thing that you want to do -- it really makes you an unsafe driver.

So, lets get to my top 5 reasons why I hate to drive.

Getting cut off -  People are so impatient.  Of course if I end up hitting them because they cut me off, I will most likely find myself at the losing end of the argument when it comes to the police.  Anytime you are found at the back end of an accident (unless you have a sufficient amount of witnesses) you will automatically be at fault because you should have had enough reaction time to stop which is not always the case, especially in the event that someone cuts you off.

Stop sign runners -  You know that big, red octagon that states, "STOP".  Oh, wait.  You must have been absent that day in school when they were teaching shapes or what the meaning of stop is.  I've had people run stop signs in front of me and lay on their horn as if it were my fault.  Sorry, I'm not the incompetent one.  I know my shapes, the meaning of the word "stop", and I passed my drivers test.

Crossing double lanes of traffic - I hate, hate, HATE doing this the most.  If there is a way for me to avoid crossing double lanes of traffic, by all means, I will do it. . .even if it means going halfway across town to do so.  This mostly has to do with the impatient people that I find behind me who honk their horns and yell out the window because I haven't gone yet.  Well, I don't have the ability to magically go through cars, so wait your damn turn!

No blinker thinkers - I doubt people think much at all when they forget to use their blinkers.  Does it really take that much effort to extend your fingers the additional inch or so and just tap on the blinker in relevance to the direction that you're going?  Or are you just that stupid?  Wait, I know!  You're really just THAT lazy, right?  I bet that's the right answer!  A word from the wise, "A little consideration goes a long way!"

Tailgaters - If I'm going too slow for you, just be kind and simply go around me. . .just don't cut me off.  I always follow the speed limit, no matter how intimidated I get by other drivers tailgating me.  The way I see it, they aren't going to pay my speeding tickets if I get stopped.  So, their impatience is their problem, not mine.  It still however, doesn't excuse the fact that it makes me incredibly nervous when people do that to me.  If I need to stop short for whatever reason and they either are not paying attention or don't have enough reaction time, they will inevitably hit me.

I know that we are all human and we all make mistakes, but if you intentionally wait until last minute to leave for work or wherever it is that you have to be, don't be ignorant and drive like a jerk.  There is nowhere that you have to be that bad that you have to risk your life or others for that matter.  Sometimes lessons are hard to learn.  If it were me, I rather learn the lesson of being late to work rather than the lesson that driving like a jerk can put you or others in the hospital.

On that note, I always tell Jason to be safe when he leaves for work.  He always mumbles under his breath that he knows how to drive.  However, I always remind him that it doesn't have to be you that causes the accident.  You never know the kind of people you are driving with on the road.

For those of you who are reading this; please, always be safe while you're driving.