By Natalie Fitts

When does driving become fun? Because in my six months of permitted driving, I haven’t experienced any of it (I do like the fact that I get to honk the horn at my discretion, but other than that, driving sucks).

I thought when I got my permit in March, I would want to drive all the time. However, it’s the exact opposite. When my mom asks, “Do you want to drive?” she might as well be saying, “Do you want to voluntarily put yourself in utter agony?” because that’s all I hear.

On days when my mind fails me and I decide to take the wheel for some unknown reason, my hatred for driving always increases.

Maybe I hate driving because I can’t do anything else at the same time. Car rides are usually my time to get some beauty rest, read a few tweets and maybe catch up on the latest Facebook happenings. Obviously, these are the most productive moments of my day, and without them, it’s hard to feel like I’ve completed an entire day’s work.

Maybe I hate driving because these things called “other drivers” just get in my way. Most of them don’t even know the laws of traffic. Don’t get to a stop sign first and then wave me on, acting like you are doing me some huge favor. Also, those people who weave in and out of traffic at high velocities always give me heart attacks. As if I need something else to worry about when I can’t even remember exactly how to work the blinker. If other people would just stop driving and/or disobeying traffic laws when I need to go somewhere, that would be great. Please, just do it for the good of mankind.

Maybe I hate driving because of turns, stoplights, stop signs and anything else that forces me to change what I’m doing. Honestly, if I could just constantly drive in a straight line at 30 miles per hour, I’d be a great driver.

Maybe I hate driving because I don’t like any extra sources of stress. My mom is awesome 99.9999% of the time, but when you get her in the passenger seat, it is a totally different story. I try telling her that holding onto the door handle with all her might and pressing her imaginary brake will not help anyone in case of an accident. My driving is not that frightening anyway, but she doesn’t believe me.

Driving just makes things so much more stressful. Maybe I’ll just wait to start driving until someone invents a car that drives itself. Could someone possibly create that within the next six months and sell it at a reasonable price for me? Thanks, that would be great.

Final Say: I have no desire to learn how to drive because it is so stressful.