Driving

I'm usually one who tries to confront my fears. It may take awhile, but I get to it. One big problem I have is driving.

You know that bad stereotype about Asian drivers, or Asian female drivers? I am the stereotype. And not by choice! I have a fear of driving. In the back of my head I'm doing the physics formula of momentum. Mass times velocity, at the speed I'm going at, no matter how slow, oh my god! What if I hit a pedestrian!

In NYC people are crazy. If a car is driving at an ungodly speed down a narrow street, but still a good distance away, and despite the 'Don't Walk' sign, we will still try to make it to the other curb. The taxis are even more insane. Oh, c'mon, they gave me a license! No surprise the taxis can get one easy.

I get scared of changing lanes, I am too careful, I go too slow, too fast, my knuckles turn white gripping the steering wheel. My first time out in a car was with a crazy family member. I was at a good cruising speed and all of a sudden he screamed, 'BRAKE!!' What. The. Hell. The second time out, a truck tried to run me off the road. Why? Because he was a d*ck who wanted to mess with the car with the large bumper sticker that read, 'Student Driver'.

They should have bumper stickers that say, 'Student Driver. Don't F*ck with me, I'm armed!'