Disclaimer: This post might make you scared to drive with me.

You know what's scary while driving? Getting lost.
What's scarier than getting lost? Getting lost in the middle of what looks like nowhere.
Even scarier? Getting lost in the middle of what looks like nowhere at night.

Which unfortunately happens to me. A lot. What's worse is that I tend to go into survival mode. Which is mostly just a quiet, collected, cool headed panic in which I just keep driving straight until I either turn around or find something that looks familiar. I feel sort of like my cat when I chase her around the house so I can clip her claws.

I'm also claustrophobic, which I have found to be problematic when driving. Being from the city, it's even worse. I don't know why, but I'm always paranoid that someone is going to side swipe me. Or vice versa, which I hate to admit, is sometimes the case. Go go stupid blonde moments!
I like to think I'm a very conscientious driver though. So I really should not be faulted when someone literally sits in that just perfect blind spot and doesn't speed up or slow down when I put on my blinker. I swear I look twice, all of the time. ALL OF THE TIME!
I'm also paranoid around semi-trucks. Especially when I get between two of them, or one of them and a wall along a nice sharp curve on the highway. Which my city seems to be full of.

I am constantly told, "Semi-trucks aren't all that bad. Just give them their space.", but my fear is legit I tell ya. When I was a newly licensed driver, (As in, like, my ID was still hot from being printed, new.) I had a traumatic experience that included using all of the profanities and some made up ones in front of my mother. I should probably tell you now that I try really hard not to swear in front of my parents. Sometimes it slips when I forget that I'm talking to my mom and not one of my bffs... even though she is one of my bffs...

ANYWAYS, I'm not entirely sure what we were doing, but we had to visit some official building in my home town. The way to get in was designed in stupidity. Seriously, who puts the entrance to an official building on a one way street? So we turn up the road where the entrance is, and there are two semi-trucks blocking the way. Ok, no problem, they look like they're getting ready to move anyways, so I wait for a bit. One of these IDIOTIC drivers, decides to have a herp moment and turns the wrong way. Towards my car. In a cramped, one way, alley.
Dafuq?
OH! And he doesn't stop. Nope. He keeps going as if I'm not there, taking up the rest of the little area. I end up having to quickly pull off onto the sidewalk, and honking my horn. All of the while swearing up a storm. I was shaking. My mom was shaking. Put that with listening to a boyfriend almost get ran off the road by a semi-driver, via the phone, and you have the perfect recipe for life long fear of semi-trucks.

Not to mention they go super slow and that bugs me.