Driving Lessons Are The Bane of My Existence
I don't really advertise this about myself, but I absolutely detest not being good at things. You can ask any of the kids I went through grade school with. The day I realized I couldn't hit a baseball, I declared myself "not a sporty person" and spent the entire rest of my childhood baseball career making daisy chains in left field.
Then I grew up and realized that this kind of behaviour is completely juvenile. So I hide it. HA.
I am learning how to drive. For the second time. There is a lot of advice like this:
"And then you turn, and then you do NOT HIT THE CAR - heeeeeeeeeh - because we do not want to hit the car, do you understand? We turn and we do NOT hit the cars."
"Left. The other left. THE OTHER LEFT."
"Forget everything I told you about that last time. You are too tall to use the tricks. Nothing works with you. Too tall..."
"Why are you always going so slow? It's not a school zone. It's a provincial highway. People are going to hit you on purpose."
"Let it go" (I let go of the wheel.) "NOT THE WHEEL. THE BRAKE!!!!!"
"Remember, we turn and we are trying NOT to hit the other cars."
Yeah. It's definitely fun times. I keep asking my instructor if he's doing okay because his face looks grey and he has this iron grip on the dashboard, and I say "Am I stressing you out?" and then I try to look at him to show him I care about how he is doing. But when I look to the right, I drive to the right (you know how it is)... and then he never really gets to answer because we are both dealing with getting the car back in between the lines and not taking out pedestrians.
Does anyone else have a good driving lesson story that would make me feel less ridiculous? I need any encouragement I can get...