That's what I call my "disability"... I'm directionally challenged (my wife made it up).
I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag if my life depended on it.
Example: I drive to a store, making a final right turn into the parking lot. NORMAL people will exit the parking lot and turn left to get back on the road they came in on.
Not me. Unless I really think about it or draw myself a map, I will exit the parking lot and turn RIGHT onto the road, then drive a few miles, realize that, yes, once again nothing looks familiar and, yes, once again I f--ked up, make a U-turn and head home, bouncing and swearing at myself for my highly annoying inability to find my way back home no matter how hard I try.
Sometimes I try to outsmart myself. When a turn comes up, I tell myself "I ALWAYS pick the wrong direction, so instead I'll turn the opposite way from the direction I was going to go.
Nope. I STILL SCREW UP!!!!!
So, finally, having turned the wrong way and ending up pissed off and lost ever since i began rolling places on 2 or 4 wheels, I bought myself a...
GPS NAVIGATOR!
Now a little computer chip tells me where to go and it's always right!
Thank goodness for GPS... I may have STILL been lost between Lower Slobovia and Tim Buck 2 if it weren't for all those little satellites whizing around the planet.
GPS... YEAH!!!!
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