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I suck at directions
Jul. 31st, 2010 07:08 pmI went today to the high school graduation party of one of my friends from church. Once I got there, it was pretty nice. Nothing too fancy, but there were old pictures (some of them really embarrassing) of my friend on display along with a table of snacks and refreshments.
As it was a house that I had never visited in an area that I don't frequent, though, I screwed up on my first attempt at driving there. Of course--I always have some sort of fracas with new directions, to the point where I can predict if I've never been somewhere before that I'll make at least one wrong turn. :P To be fair, I followed the directions perfectly this time until I found that the turn I needed was blocked off.
On the plus side, no anxiety! (I often get irrationally anxious about certain types of social gatherings, maybe not extreme enough to call a phobia or disorder, but enough that I have to push through my fears a bit before going to parties and things.) I mean, I was worried a few hours beforehand, but then I made myself calm down; I felt perfectly fine after that. Maybe if I continue to remind myself that most of my fears are unfounded, I will eventually come to worry less about this sort of thing.
Reading that above paragraph...yikes! I'm pretty mentally healthy, for the most part, but seeing my anxieties in writing makes me wonder if that part of me is normal.
As it was a house that I had never visited in an area that I don't frequent, though, I screwed up on my first attempt at driving there. Of course--I always have some sort of fracas with new directions, to the point where I can predict if I've never been somewhere before that I'll make at least one wrong turn. :P To be fair, I followed the directions perfectly this time until I found that the turn I needed was blocked off.
On the plus side, no anxiety! (I often get irrationally anxious about certain types of social gatherings, maybe not extreme enough to call a phobia or disorder, but enough that I have to push through my fears a bit before going to parties and things.) I mean, I was worried a few hours beforehand, but then I made myself calm down; I felt perfectly fine after that. Maybe if I continue to remind myself that most of my fears are unfounded, I will eventually come to worry less about this sort of thing.
Reading that above paragraph...yikes! I'm pretty mentally healthy, for the most part, but seeing my anxieties in writing makes me wonder if that part of me is normal.
