My car causes me endless headaches. Living in downtown Portland allows me to opportunity to walk anywhere I need to go. Generally, if I have to drive to get somewhere, I either take public transportation or I just don't go. I hate to drive! I put maybe 50 miles a week at most on my car, and that's only because I have to drive to to some of my yoga classes. I do not like it when people ask me for rides. Is that mean? Maybe, but I don't think so. I do not like it that my insurance company, to whom I pay close to triple digits each month to cover the car, tells me that nobody else is allowed to drive the car but me. I wish I could just let Keith take the stupid thing wherever he wants to go. I hate driving so much, in fact, that I avoid going places if they require me driving to get there. I end up pissed off almost every single time I get behind the wheel because traffic in Portland is atrocious, not to mention all of the one way streets. Plus, I just hate to drive. Also, if the car is parked in a spot where I am guaranteed to not get a parking ticket, I'd like to just leave it there as long as I can. I. HATE. TO. DRIVE. I can not say that enough. I freaking hate to drive. Times a million.
Every so often, Julia and I meet on the east side for breakfast or coffee and I totally don't mind doing that. It brings me joy and happiness. Of course I don't mind doing that. And since I'm already over there, I will pick her up. And since I drive past her work on my way home, I will drop her off. My pleasure. So, there are instances in which I don't mind driving, and that's one of them. But for the most part...
I HATE TO DRIVE!
xoxo-
T
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