Driving scares me. It was always the main reason why I never got my licence until I was years past the minimum age requirement of 16. Even after I passed the computer test, I still resisted getting behind the steering wheel of a car for a long time. I had always relied on public transport when I was younger – it gave me time to stare out a window and listen to my indie/alternative/soft pop music. Trains were my preferred mode for their rhythmic, even journeys. Buses typically gave me less time to zone out as I had to watch out for my stop and was almost guaranteed to be sitting next to someone. Either way, I liked walking and I liked not having to concentrate too hard on how my body was moving from A to B. But with driving, I’m the one in control of my movement. I take the car and I turn on the ignition and I pull out of the driveway and I join the other thousands of vehicles on the road. I have to be focused at all times. If I drift off because I could barely make myself sleep last night or I get distracted by something off to my side, what will happen?
I don’t ever want to find out.