I was so proud of myself this past Monday. I went out and socialized with total strangers, which is typically really hard for me. I went to a meet-up of writers at a coffee shop, and it was super duper awesome, and I’m not just saying that because they all said they were going to look up my blog (HI, GUYS!). So, I was proud of myself for socializing fearlessly (or at least while ignoring my fears), and also because it was in a part of town I don’t know very well, and I found the place without using my GPS. And then, afterward, when I left, again without using my GPS, I took exactly two turns before finding myself completely lost, on a dark windy road, in the middle of nowhere.
So, I kept driving, thinking, “I’ll turn around at the next turn.” But it was dark, and it was a back-country sort of road, with a 40 mph speed limit, so I kept missing turns until I was right up on them, and it was too late. And I couldn’t slow down, because there was a big truck behind me, who kept not passing me, even when the lines turned dotted, and it was very upsetting.
So, finally, after about ten minutes of driving, I came to a spot with several houses grouped together, and I managed to turn into a driveway. Obviously, it turned out to be the same driveway the aforementioned big truck behind me was turning into. It was dark, so I couldn’t see his face glaring at me, or the gun he was probably getting out, but I’m picturing a big gun and a mustache.
Luckily, it was a big driveway, and I was able to awkwardly scramble my way through a three-point turn while he sped in around me, and pulled a graceful, practiced u-turn. And then I got the hell out of there, and made it home without further incident.
I’m gonna do it again next week, and I’m very excited! The socializing, I mean. At the writer’s group meeting. I’ll turn right this time when I leave.