Driving Averse
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I have to give fellow parent Mike (Amy's dad) credit for this title. One day he said he was "driving averse," and I thought, "That's what I am." It sounds so much better, "I hate to drive." 'Cause it's not hate. And in my life I have been happy to drive. Gosh, I use to drive between San Francisco and LA (almost 400 miles) every other week at one time in my life and thought nothing of it. (Sidebar: I used to get books on tape, mostly novels. One time I decided to get something to educate me, and it was something like "Make Your Life Financially Healthy" or "How the Stock Market Works," something like that. It was so dull I almost drove off the road. And then lost money in the stock market. Go figure!)
Happy to have a car, just don't want to be in it a lot…
I think that not liking driving has to do with where someone lives. I live in a small town in Wisconsin. NO traffic. You can drive from one end to the other end of town in 8 minutes. You can park right in front of where you're going. I know when I visit my in laws in La Jolla, I CANNOT stand to take the wheel. It literally makes me stroke out, like biggest aneurysm of your life head straight to the ER stroke. So, maybe driving aversion goes along with Big City Resident. Just a theory….
I think you are right. When I visit less congested areas driving does seem more fun. But, it's also the whole crying kid in the back seat thing that is a real pleasure killer.
I hate driving. HATE. Especially with passengers. Because not only do I feel completely responsible for anything and everything that happens to them in my car while I drive, but also because I'm a really timid driver and that usually frustrates my passengers and then they whine and criticize, which makes me hate it that much more. I grew up in a more rural area where there weren't a lot of cars, but there were quite a number of accidents, usually involving fatalities and usually as the result of someone driving drunk. So now that I live in an urban area, I'm petrified of all my fellow drivers and what they may have had to drink with dinner. Driving sucks.