I hate driving!
I grew up in eastern Europe where I could take buses and trams everywhere. I didn't get my license until I was living here in the US. I was 21.
I can drive well enough (just follow the rules), but so many people here are horrible drivers. I was rear-ended by a woman who just drove off, leaving me with whiplash and a broken wrist. A pickup waited until the last minute to turn across 4 lanes of traffic, and when I slowed down, I spun out on the ice, nearly hitting a pole, and ending up sideways across 2 lanes of oncoming traffic. I barely got out of the way. By the time I got to my fiancé's house, I was in full on panic attack and nearly passed out from hyperventilation. I had to skip 2 days of school and 3 of work because I had a panic attack every time I got in the car. Just a few months ago, a woman nearly merged into me because she didn't want to slow down for a line of traffic. I slammed on my breaks, and she still only missed me by 4 inches.
I am desperately longing to move back to Europe where I can use public transit again. 
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?To be yourself in a world that is
constantly trying to make you
something else is the greatest
accomplishment.?
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson