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What is it about my psyche that makes going to new or far away places so stressful? And I don't mean like, "Oh, it's a new place, I'm scared," I mean that I get scared about the act of going. Anytime I have to go somewhere I don't already know how to get to, and I freeze up and get all stressed out. It makes the few days before a trip (and the trip I'm bitching about here is my drive back to school) not very much fun.
I mean, I've done this drive something like seven times now, and I still get freaked out about getting lost, even though I've still got the original directions that my father printed out something like a year and half or more ago, and they've proven to be perfectly fine each time. The funny- and most pathetic -thing is, the part that scares me the most is the first turn onto 695 which is something like 5 minutes from my house. For some reason, I always forget where it is, and think that I'm going to overshoot it, which is a stupid and irrational fear because even if I did, there's a fucking roundabout at the top of the hill, which would allow me, almost instantly, to turn around and make the correct turn.
I guess it just ties in with confidence issues, but wherever it stems from, it's freakin annoying, and it certainly makes it difficult to get enough sleep for a six and a half hour drive, spent listening to music, talking to myself, and eating fast food from truck stops.
I mean, I've done this drive something like seven times now, and I still get freaked out about getting lost, even though I've still got the original directions that my father printed out something like a year and half or more ago, and they've proven to be perfectly fine each time. The funny- and most pathetic -thing is, the part that scares me the most is the first turn onto 695 which is something like 5 minutes from my house. For some reason, I always forget where it is, and think that I'm going to overshoot it, which is a stupid and irrational fear because even if I did, there's a fucking roundabout at the top of the hill, which would allow me, almost instantly, to turn around and make the correct turn.
I guess it just ties in with confidence issues, but wherever it stems from, it's freakin annoying, and it certainly makes it difficult to get enough sleep for a six and a half hour drive, spent listening to music, talking to myself, and eating fast food from truck stops.