Hectic weekend is hectic
Nov. 2nd, 2009 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thelake- I once again realized that my daily/weekly/yearly routines are extremely dear to me and if or whenever something or somebody alters my routines I instantly feel depressed. This time it was the whole weekend that got ruined and made me almost cry.
1. There was my very first driving lesson on Saturday and just my luck, the weather was from HELL! I have never driven in my life and my first experience was rather traumatic. First of all, I had no way of seeing what's going on from my mirrors whatsoever! It was all very steamy in the car and nothing worked, so I had to completely ignore my surroundings, except things that were right in front of me (I had difficulty in that too, but we'll get to that later...)
Things I learned from my driving lessons:
- Clutch pedal is evil. It's not a mild, normal evil kind of evil, it is "Lucifer fallen from the sky and found its perfect vessel and tried to rape you lovingly" like evil. PURE EVIL. I hate it. I wish there was no clutch pedal in the universe. I wish I could fly.
- My teacher kept telling me to "gently touch the gas pedal" which resulted with several consecutive roaring noises coming from the car. Apparently I can't touch anything gently or the gas pedal is clutch pedal's evil sister.
- In order to move the car, you have to let go of the clutch pedal gently and at the same time touch the gas pedal gently as well. Result: I can't do it properly. Never. Ever. I think I started the car, like, 49 times and I could only get it right 3-4 times TOTAL. HENCE, THE CLUTCH/GAS COMBINATION IS DOUBLE EVIL.
- If you want to move the car from left to right or vice versa, you only need to move the steering wheel very gently. Apparently the way you drive the car is 100% inversely porportional to the size of the machine you're desperately trying to control. Every damn thing needs to be operated very gently! Result: I kept gettin off the road and usually going from the wrong lane after a turn.
- I'm not incompetent, I actually drove the car, but my brain was working like crazy. "What if someone comes from behind?" "What if something jumps to the road!?" "What if I accidentally stop the car in the middle of road!? How am I going to let go of the clutch pedal gently in such extreme stress levels!??!" "WHAT IFFF????"
- Do you know what is the most evil of evils in the traffic. Stopping on a ramp. Apparently there is some magic trick to get to the other side of the universe if you stop on a ramp and the key is: CLUTCH PEDAL , BRAKE AND GAS PEDAL COMBO! When the teacher stopped me and told me about the evil threesome I literally wanted to cry. I was holding down the clutch and brake at that time and what I was supposed to do was this: Let go of the clutch pedal gently (yeah, you know it.) and then once you feel the car moving (I have never felt that!?), let go of the brakes and gently touch the gas pedal so you can move forward.
There are countless ways that threesome could go wrong and I think I managed to do several of them at the same time. First of all, when you're letting go of the clutch pedal gently you're not supposed to let go of the brakes so soon (I did, but it took me 3 seconds to push both of my feet on the clutch pedal and brakes respectively and had a mild heart attack), if you let go car will go down the hill, BACKWARDS. Simple physics, nothing major. (YEAH, SURE!)
I did it though. After the third time, I managed to breathe at normal human speed and make a perfect turn, etc. etc.
- I have a mild problem keeping the car straight though. I still can't get used to the fact that there is still some "car" on the right and I don't drive a box. My brother was sitting in the back and kept telling me to steer right or left.
And I ended up hitting the pavement once, because I couldn't decide which way to turn (although there was a huge blue arrow pointing to the right! It's just stress.).
- Once you move the car and get to a certain speed, changing gears is actually fun and cool in a way. I couldn't go past 3rd gear which is a HUGE accomplishment for me, because at one time I got to 50 km/h and I kinda freaked out when I saw it.
I'm not used to controlling something that is moving faster than me! No, I don't know how to ride a bike. That's the biggest problem in my life. Nobody thought me when I was a kid--well, they probably tried but didn't insist after I said no when I was 6-7 years old, so yeah, I never got around learning it (my friends tried to teach me when I was 13, but I was too tall to risk myself. I was crazy scared of falling of the bike!), therefore I'm not familiar with the feeling...
- My brother is 200% better than me. Seriously. It was his first time too and he had no difficulty whatsoever. Playing all versions of Need for Speed and watching countless seasons of Top Gear apparently paid off. I'm so proud of him, but kind of jealous at the same time!
I now strongly believe that women are not made to control any kind of big machine. I will never ever make any feminist comments on female drivers, because I know it's not in our DNA! NOT IN MINE AT LEAST!
- All in all, I'm not sure if I will continue drivingif once I get my license. It's just too scary. And the worst part is, now that I know how much effort goes into driving, I'm very uncomfortable in a car or a bus! I kept watching my dad drive the whole weekend and wondered how he blindly changed gears, switched lanes and all that stuff. It's beyond me at this point!
2. The depression part came on Sunday. I didn't know that we were going to stay overnight at our other house, so I didn't bring any of my stuff (clothes, books, laptop, etc.) and I ended up sleeping in my underwear because I couldn't find my spare pyjama bottom! It was freezing at night. Damn the cold!
3. And since we didn't plan on staying the night we didn't bring the hamster dude with us, I feared that he died from extreme cold weather the whole time!
It wasn't that cold and he didn't die, but he scared me to death, because when I got home on Sunday night I found him in the cage, staring wide eyed at me. I shook the cage a little bit, but he didn't move at all! Just when I was about to assume that he froze just like that, eyes open, ears down, my little white ball of fur blinked and I wanted to sit down and cry!
4. It was 1 am when we finally got home on Sunday, because we waited for my mom in the airport for 2 straight hours. It was cold and boring and depressing and I had to take a bath before I went to bed, so I finally went to sleep at 2 am or something...
5. I won't do the same mistake again next weekend. I'm taking my pj's and books and laptop! But I still think somebody should erase the existance of the clutch pedal and do it very soon.
I couldn't write, read, relax at all. It felt like 2 months in the middle of nowhere (although it was another version of home) and I don't want to experience that again. Do not take my routines away from me, I need them and I love them as much as I hate the clutch pedal!
Drive safely, my friends. Drive safely...
1. There was my very first driving lesson on Saturday and just my luck, the weather was from HELL! I have never driven in my life and my first experience was rather traumatic. First of all, I had no way of seeing what's going on from my mirrors whatsoever! It was all very steamy in the car and nothing worked, so I had to completely ignore my surroundings, except things that were right in front of me (I had difficulty in that too, but we'll get to that later...)
Things I learned from my driving lessons:
- Clutch pedal is evil. It's not a mild, normal evil kind of evil, it is "Lucifer fallen from the sky and found its perfect vessel and tried to rape you lovingly" like evil. PURE EVIL. I hate it. I wish there was no clutch pedal in the universe. I wish I could fly.
- My teacher kept telling me to "gently touch the gas pedal" which resulted with several consecutive roaring noises coming from the car. Apparently I can't touch anything gently or the gas pedal is clutch pedal's evil sister.
- In order to move the car, you have to let go of the clutch pedal gently and at the same time touch the gas pedal gently as well. Result: I can't do it properly. Never. Ever. I think I started the car, like, 49 times and I could only get it right 3-4 times TOTAL. HENCE, THE CLUTCH/GAS COMBINATION IS DOUBLE EVIL.
- If you want to move the car from left to right or vice versa, you only need to move the steering wheel very gently. Apparently the way you drive the car is 100% inversely porportional to the size of the machine you're desperately trying to control. Every damn thing needs to be operated very gently! Result: I kept gettin off the road and usually going from the wrong lane after a turn.
- I'm not incompetent, I actually drove the car, but my brain was working like crazy. "What if someone comes from behind?" "What if something jumps to the road!?" "What if I accidentally stop the car in the middle of road!? How am I going to let go of the clutch pedal gently in such extreme stress levels!??!" "WHAT IFFF????"
- Do you know what is the most evil of evils in the traffic. Stopping on a ramp. Apparently there is some magic trick to get to the other side of the universe if you stop on a ramp and the key is: CLUTCH PEDAL , BRAKE AND GAS PEDAL COMBO! When the teacher stopped me and told me about the evil threesome I literally wanted to cry. I was holding down the clutch and brake at that time and what I was supposed to do was this: Let go of the clutch pedal gently (yeah, you know it.) and then once you feel the car moving (I have never felt that!?), let go of the brakes and gently touch the gas pedal so you can move forward.
There are countless ways that threesome could go wrong and I think I managed to do several of them at the same time. First of all, when you're letting go of the clutch pedal gently you're not supposed to let go of the brakes so soon (I did, but it took me 3 seconds to push both of my feet on the clutch pedal and brakes respectively and had a mild heart attack), if you let go car will go down the hill, BACKWARDS. Simple physics, nothing major. (YEAH, SURE!)
I did it though. After the third time, I managed to breathe at normal human speed and make a perfect turn, etc. etc.
- I have a mild problem keeping the car straight though. I still can't get used to the fact that there is still some "car" on the right and I don't drive a box. My brother was sitting in the back and kept telling me to steer right or left.
And I ended up hitting the pavement once, because I couldn't decide which way to turn (although there was a huge blue arrow pointing to the right! It's just stress.).
- Once you move the car and get to a certain speed, changing gears is actually fun and cool in a way. I couldn't go past 3rd gear which is a HUGE accomplishment for me, because at one time I got to 50 km/h and I kinda freaked out when I saw it.
I'm not used to controlling something that is moving faster than me! No, I don't know how to ride a bike. That's the biggest problem in my life. Nobody thought me when I was a kid--well, they probably tried but didn't insist after I said no when I was 6-7 years old, so yeah, I never got around learning it (my friends tried to teach me when I was 13, but I was too tall to risk myself. I was crazy scared of falling of the bike!), therefore I'm not familiar with the feeling...
- My brother is 200% better than me. Seriously. It was his first time too and he had no difficulty whatsoever. Playing all versions of Need for Speed and watching countless seasons of Top Gear apparently paid off. I'm so proud of him, but kind of jealous at the same time!
I now strongly believe that women are not made to control any kind of big machine. I will never ever make any feminist comments on female drivers, because I know it's not in our DNA! NOT IN MINE AT LEAST!
- All in all, I'm not sure if I will continue driving
2. The depression part came on Sunday. I didn't know that we were going to stay overnight at our other house, so I didn't bring any of my stuff (clothes, books, laptop, etc.) and I ended up sleeping in my underwear because I couldn't find my spare pyjama bottom! It was freezing at night. Damn the cold!
3. And since we didn't plan on staying the night we didn't bring the hamster dude with us, I feared that he died from extreme cold weather the whole time!
It wasn't that cold and he didn't die, but he scared me to death, because when I got home on Sunday night I found him in the cage, staring wide eyed at me. I shook the cage a little bit, but he didn't move at all! Just when I was about to assume that he froze just like that, eyes open, ears down, my little white ball of fur blinked and I wanted to sit down and cry!
4. It was 1 am when we finally got home on Sunday, because we waited for my mom in the airport for 2 straight hours. It was cold and boring and depressing and I had to take a bath before I went to bed, so I finally went to sleep at 2 am or something...
5. I won't do the same mistake again next weekend. I'm taking my pj's and books and laptop! But I still think somebody should erase the existance of the clutch pedal and do it very soon.
I couldn't write, read, relax at all. It felt like 2 months in the middle of nowhere (although it was another version of home) and I don't want to experience that again. Do not take my routines away from me, I need them and I love them as much as I hate the clutch pedal!
Drive safely, my friends. Drive safely...
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