Allergies suck so bad. I'm lucky that mine have gotten a bit better over the years. They used to be straight up horrible. Still get stuffy or runny or sinus pressure from darn ragweed though, and hickory trees. Fuck my town for being so bike/scooter/motorcycle unfriendly. Everyone has a goddamn Suburban, Tahoe, Escalade, or some other gargantuan car, and they're all piloted by distracted 90lb housewives. A 12 year old girl got hit by a car last week crossing the street after leaving her school bus, while the damn STOP sign with blinking lights was open... aka it was illegal for a car to pass the bus during that time. Of course every one of these bimbos in their big cars has their head elsewhere, whether yakking on their phones or thinking about their next yoga session or Starbucks run, so they didn't notice the fucking LITTLE GIRL AND GIANT SCHOOL BUS WITH THE BLINKING RED NO-PASS LIGHTS and couldn't slow down on time. Kid was lucky enough to escape with just bad scrapes and bruises, but the fact remains that unless you have a huge monster of a car as well, you're not safe on our roads. So, I'm stuck with no mode of transportation other than rides from other people (which I hate) or my own two feet (which I hate too because I'm a paranoid person and we've had a rape of a mutual acquaintance occur a few years back, and I get honked at at least once every time I go for a walk alone. PS it's not flattering and I won't take it as a compliment, especially when it comes from sketchy white vans and 60 year old creeps) ...and there is absolutely NO way in hell I am ever getting behind the wheel of a 2 ton metal death machine ever again. I took one driving lesson (complete with the instructor screaming in fear at me) and one driving session with my boyfriend and that was enough, I can't trust myself to pilot a car. I get the pedals confused and can't coordinate my feet, and my anxiety rises with every mistake I make. So fuck that. Is it weird though that I don't find the concept of driving a motorcycle or scooter scary though, if there weren't so many idiots in my town? Somehow being hit seems way less scary than hitting something or someone. It's probably the fear of guilt. My entire being and existence runs on guilt.