I’m one of those people that doesn’t do things they have no desire to do. I’ve always been stubborn and down right hard to reason with. Anyone that is responsible for changing my mind should truly heroic.
Back in April 2014 I acquired a 1999 VW Cabrio.
This old, disheveled, and completely helpless car deserves a post of it’s own. I named her “Popcorn.” Let’s just say it once rained and I nearly drowned in Popcorn, NEXT to the beach. Realizing that this was not a good vehicle situation, my grandfather lovingly located a stick shift VW Jetta.
Ok, just hearing the words stick shift makes me go..
Why? Well, because it’s not something I’ve ever considered trying again. I’ve tried a total of twice. Once, in New York with an X. Him, being extremely trusting, aloud me give the whole stick shift thing a go. Let’s just say, I literally started rolling backwards in traffic. We stopped car and switched places ASAP. Then the second time, my soon to be x husband let me experiment in a parking lot. He quickly realized too that I was never going to get it. Ever.
My grandfather brought my “new” (aka 2000 Jetta) down to Charleston, SC for me, I believe, August 2014. After a few hours of practice, he said I was starting to get it. Also, stating that he had to take his false teeth off the dashboard twice and put them back in his mouth hahahah. He has always been hilarious.
Up until recently, I HATED driving this car. I have never felt so much anger and frustration at trying to get used to something. I stalled in drive-threws, in the middle of high ways, parking lots, and really anywhere a car can stop. FUN TIMES. I’ve realized I have insanely low self confidence. If I don’t get something immediately I feel so defeated that I discontinue it or beat myself up over it.
A few days ago, my roommate asked me to move her AUTOMATIC car. I get in it, and push on the break (like its a clutch) while pushing in the gas. I’m telling you, smoke came out from under the tires. I almost could not figure out how to drive the damn car. It was the longest and loudest re park job I have ever done in my life. Not to mention, I parked the car going the opposite way it should have been on the street.
After this experience, I appreciated my car a great deal more. I realized that I felt I had more control when driving my car.And I am happy to say, I no longer hate driving a stick shift. I’ve also come to the realization though I may be resistant, I am an adaptable person. I’ve gone from having a home to being homeless, from being jobless to working overtime, from being very sickly to extremely healthy, from one location to another, etc. My confidence has gone up realizing that I can not only live but thrive in all different settings. Though I may very likely cry, cuss, yell, and vent in every other way shape or form along the way, it doesn’t stop my strength from pulling me through.
It’s an amazing feeling to prove your own self wrong sometimes.