"Drive My Car" - The Beatles

One big thing for me, being legally an adult now, is that I don't drive a car. I've gotten my permit, but I practically refuse to drive any automobile. There are many factors that go into play here. When I was younger (I’m going to assume somewhere in my early teens) I was in a car accident with my mother and her friends. It was an empty parking lot, and somehow, she and another vehicle managed to hit each other. Glass shattered all over me, the door was dented in, and I was scared quite rightly. I cried from shock, but wasn't truly hurt in any way.

Also, when I was around 14 or 15, I was almost hit by a van while riding a bicycle. It was due to my own negligence, but more so by my mother's bad parenting. My friend was biking to his house to get a videogame, and my mother insisted I went with him for exercise purposes, only thing is, I didn't have a bicycle. She persisted in my leaving, telling me to take her bike, which was about 2 feet to large for me to ride, but I tried. He got on his bike and rode off; I took a bit of time, trying to gain balance and momentum, but eventually took off. I was so focused on him being so much more ahead of me, that I didn't pay any attention to the traffic, I pedaled into the middle of the road, where first I was screamed at by my mother (diverting my attention from the road), and then hearing the honking of oncoming cars. I made a U-turn in the road and got off my mother’s bike in our front yard, as she yelled more, I just simply told her the bike was much too big for me, that I couldn’t control it enough to stop before the intersection.

Although that last story is the one in which I take to be the biggest problem in my prolonged uninterest to drive, there's also the simple fact that I fear too much. Due to years of my parents telling me that I’m the least important thing in the existence of life, being told I’d never amount to anything simply because I fail to appease them, I’ve grown to have an amazingly large absence of self-confidence. I'm basically drawn to believe that if I were to get behind the wheel of a car, I’m not really driving to somewhere, but instead putting the lives of those with me and those around me in present danger. But, I’m sure I’ll drive eventually, especially just for the simple fact that it would shut my mother up, who bitches about my lack of driving and a job, yet she won't let me have a job regardless. Parents...