Also why I’d probably survive pretty much any massively shitty situation.
Once upon a time I decided to leave my house on a Sunday in search of a monastery to take photos of.
I like pretty stuff and I dont mind driving a resonible amount of time to look at it. So, I drove to Curchi Monastery. This is what I found.
Also, I found these dogs and they were cute.
Whilst listening to the name of thrones sound track I drove him (btw you should totally listen to it because its magical). I kept thinking to myself “god it would suck if my car broke right now.”
I stopped at the grocery store and got myself a covrigi (#delicious)
I should have known the day was going south when I had trouble counting my money at the grocery store. I don’t know why, but I feel as though it should have been a clue.
I returned to my car and it was doing the thing where it starts and then tuckers out. Usually this happens in the cold but it wasnt particularly cold yesterday. Except this time, the car kept turning off.
Unfortunately, my survival mode kicked in and my brain was yelling very loudly to go the fuck home right now. So I hit the gas and tried to keep my rpms above zero so the car would stay on. The car did not stay on. I pissed off at least for people and almost died at least twice. I finally got to my garage but the car wouldn’t stay running for me to turn into my parking space. Probably a combination of not wanting to ask anyone for help, severe anxiety, and adrenaline helped me decide that I needed to push my car into its space.
I moved a car in neutral at least five feet while turning it. I’m pretty sure the sounds I was making were close to the sounds you make when you’re reach constipated but don’t want to give up on your poop dreams.
I’m getting my car fixed tomorrow although it’s seemingly running ok at the moment. Here is what I have learned from this situation:
1. I suck at car stuff and it turns me into an hyperventilating, crazy hulk beast. But just overseas. In America, it’s easier.
2. Leaving the house was a mistake, but I have to make myself do it anyway. It helps me grow…as a person…or something…
3. Asking for help will always be fucking dreadful
4. You’d be surprised at how much crazy shit you can deal with. And, survive. (This sounds overdramatic – I mean in general not really for this particular situation)
5. A book about my life would be aptly titled “Misadventures: how do I get out of this situation without dying?”