Driving Miss Daze (y)

It is an uncanny thing that a person can make it through school, graduate, then graduate from college, have children, a slew of different jobs and still have no sense of direction whatsoever! I really think there should be a clinical diagnosis for this impairment. I'd call it degenerative directionalism except for the fact that it hasn't actually gotten worse..

My family thinks that I am this way because I never paid attention when they were driving me around. Unlike a lot of people I don't get motion sickness from reading or writing. I didn't drive at all until the week I graduated from 12th grade except for the one occasion in which I hit a tree at 14 driving in the wooded area on my parents property. Evidently it was a traumatic experience which contributed to the fact that I failed the driving test twice, 3 times if you count Drivers ED. Who knew you couldn't hit 20 cones and still pass?

So my sisters, friends etc. drove me anywhere and everywhere. I learned that there was no need to figure out roads because someone else would inevitably always point me in the right direction. Not just in the car but in the hallways at school, college etc. Unfortunately someone was not always there to bail me out and I got hopelessly lost and was miserably late more often than not.

My mother which I will refer to as Caroline because she is so much like the Ma in little House on the Prairie realized I had a (condition) when I drove her onto the exit ramp. She was so calm Ok she said, "Just make a sharp turn right here you can't go this way Danielle." What a lovely lady, that woman.

If you told me to go North I would say how do I know which way is North and you would say something about the sun and I would say but what if it's noon then how would I know for sure? No one has had an answer for that I am sure. I have lived in the same town my whole life and I still get lost in it. Nearing 30 I have given up on ever really getting past this and have a Gps now that insidiously bosses me around now. I thought getting Mr. T programmed onto it would be a good thing but he calls me a fool and threatens me a lot! I thought he would have been more on my side? Ah well such is the life of the directionally challenged.