Sometimes I'm Not Good At Things
Man, I do not get what the fucking deal is with parking.
Like, overall I'd say Project Get the Midget a Driver's License Before The Temperature Gets Too Far Below Zero is going pretty well. I've got my learner's permit. I've been driving on real streets, in actual traffic, for awhile now with no incident. I am slowly but steadily getting better at changing lanes, even if it scares the shit out of me most of the time. Eventually I will probably stop checking with my dad every time before I turn to make sure I'm allowed to. This weekend, I drove all the way to Cuba at 70 miles an hour and I didn't have a heart attack, and neither did my dad.
And yet parking continues to stymie me. It's not even that I'm bad at it - god knows I spent months practicing, and I make it on the first try probably 2 out of 3 times. It just - makes me so damn nervous. I lose all my confidence and have to back up and readjust and get back in the lines, or I rush it and end up crooked and half out of my spot. And my dad, who has mostly been great about not being a jerk about this whole thing, loses all his patience the second we get near a parking space and gets snippy and critical and short-tempered. And then I get defensive and emotional, and then we end up shouting at each other in the parking lot of the organic grocery store. It's frustrating, because I feel like I'm making so much progress and doing so well, and then I screw this one thing up, and I feel like I'm right back at the beginning, like I'm a failure and I'll never be able to pull this off.
Bah. I wish we could just hurry up and invent personal teleporters already. Science, I am disappointed in you.
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Like, overall I'd say Project Get the Midget a Driver's License Before The Temperature Gets Too Far Below Zero is going pretty well. I've got my learner's permit. I've been driving on real streets, in actual traffic, for awhile now with no incident. I am slowly but steadily getting better at changing lanes, even if it scares the shit out of me most of the time. Eventually I will probably stop checking with my dad every time before I turn to make sure I'm allowed to. This weekend, I drove all the way to Cuba at 70 miles an hour and I didn't have a heart attack, and neither did my dad.
And yet parking continues to stymie me. It's not even that I'm bad at it - god knows I spent months practicing, and I make it on the first try probably 2 out of 3 times. It just - makes me so damn nervous. I lose all my confidence and have to back up and readjust and get back in the lines, or I rush it and end up crooked and half out of my spot. And my dad, who has mostly been great about not being a jerk about this whole thing, loses all his patience the second we get near a parking space and gets snippy and critical and short-tempered. And then I get defensive and emotional, and then we end up shouting at each other in the parking lot of the organic grocery store. It's frustrating, because I feel like I'm making so much progress and doing so well, and then I screw this one thing up, and I feel like I'm right back at the beginning, like I'm a failure and I'll never be able to pull this off.
Bah. I wish we could just hurry up and invent personal teleporters already. Science, I am disappointed in you.
This entry was originally posted at http://masterofmidgets.dreamwidth.org/275595.html. You can also comment there using OpenID.