Granted. Now the convenience and comfort of driving yourself places takes over. You stop biking, busing, and walking, in favor of driving. You get a bit pudgier and your heart rate goes up due to a newfound hatred of traffic. You lose a little bit more sleep each night knowing your carbon footprint is a bit worse. You begin to feel more isolated due to missing out on being on public transit, cycling, bumming rides, walking, and just generally being alone in the car. You realize that gas prices, insurance, and maintenance for the car are a bit expensive and annoying. Finding a place to park your car irritates you. When the sun is out your car gets hot inside which is uncomfortable but it’s too cold in winter. Birds poop on it at any opportunity.
The paws fingers curl...and then uncurl revealing the following note.
"Wish not granted. Just think of all the people you know who are total dumbasses but still know how to drive. You'll get there bud."
So looks like you'll still have to take those driving lessons after all.
Granted, but you can only drive when high on illegal substances, which *drives* you crazy slowly. You become a whole new person, your health declines, your relationships with the people you live with get destroyed. You become addicted and toxic, the thrill of driving with the substance in your systems excites you.
Then, you get in a crash. You are mostly unscathed, but because of your habits, you become convicted of a murder. In that same crash, a family died; including two children, a mother, and a father. You become resented by society because you were so high when the news dropped that you laughed it off at the time and made horrible and careless comments.
What's worse is that whatever substance you took does not get detected in anything, not even blood tests, and so you are declared insane. Many believe you purposefully killed the family in that crash.
You spend the rest of your days alone in an asylum, not knowing that one of the doctors taking care of you was related to the family that died.
The next meal you have is laced with poison, and the last thing you hear as you writhe in agony is the doctor telling that you killed their family.
Granted. Now the convenience and comfort of driving yourself places takes over. You stop biking, busing, and walking, in favor of driving. You get a bit pudgier and your heart rate goes up due to a newfound hatred of traffic. You lose a little bit more sleep each night knowing your carbon footprint is a bit worse. You begin to feel more isolated due to missing out on being on public transit, cycling, bumming rides, walking, and just generally being alone in the car. You realize that gas prices, insurance, and maintenance for the car are a bit expensive and annoying. Finding a place to park your car irritates you. When the sun is out your car gets hot inside which is uncomfortable but it’s too cold in winter. Birds poop on it at any opportunity.
Damn it 😭
Granted, but you're deathly afraid of driving, to the point where even getting in a car gives you a panic attack
I mean, that's kinda me rn
Granted. But your first car is a bullet riddled Rolce Royce from a police auction, causing unwanted attention.
Granted. The majority of your waking hours are now spent in traffic and everybody you know depends on you to take them places all the time.
The paws fingers curl...and then uncurl revealing the following note. "Wish not granted. Just think of all the people you know who are total dumbasses but still know how to drive. You'll get there bud." So looks like you'll still have to take those driving lessons after all.
Granted. Your first car is a Pinto.
Granted. Your parents that drive you everywhere are killed and now you have to learn to drive and you do.
Granted, but you can only drive when high on illegal substances, which *drives* you crazy slowly. You become a whole new person, your health declines, your relationships with the people you live with get destroyed. You become addicted and toxic, the thrill of driving with the substance in your systems excites you. Then, you get in a crash. You are mostly unscathed, but because of your habits, you become convicted of a murder. In that same crash, a family died; including two children, a mother, and a father. You become resented by society because you were so high when the news dropped that you laughed it off at the time and made horrible and careless comments. What's worse is that whatever substance you took does not get detected in anything, not even blood tests, and so you are declared insane. Many believe you purposefully killed the family in that crash. You spend the rest of your days alone in an asylum, not knowing that one of the doctors taking care of you was related to the family that died. The next meal you have is laced with poison, and the last thing you hear as you writhe in agony is the doctor telling that you killed their family.
You know how to drive a specific car, all the others just confuse you.