Pretty much when I drive anywhere new, I get a little lost.
No so lost as "I have no idea where in the world I'm at"; but rather the "I'm lost and have no idea where I need to go."
While it happens to me all of the time, I never seem to get used to it. Well, that's not entirely true. I get disappointed as if some other moron is driving the car, and I'm just stuck in the back seat. So, I'm used to disappointment, I suppose.
I am a little better than I used to be, where I'd almost have a frikkin' breakdown on the street, rage feeding upon rage. Moving to PHX and the mega-traffic-one helped with that; I only freak out when a hobo is trying to get in.
Okay, I'm still exhausted from 24 hr comic day; the headache wrote this post.
- Daniel
