When I was 16, I kept hearing stories about some of my friends who got their license the day they turned 16, though I wasn’t terribly into it, so I registered in driver’s ed around that time. Here in
It has always bothered me that this is the height of hypocrisy, and that the people who developed the “Graduated Licensing” system in
You start by taking a written test, and getting your learner’s permit, a G1, which allows you to drive a car only if you have a 4-year experienced driver in the passenger side, which is a bit of a pain in the ass, because it essentially meant I had to be free at the same time as my parents, (which didn’t happen often), or I had to drive with an instructor. So of course, I didn’t get the practice I needed in order to pass my second test, (the G2), so I flunked it. Rather than taking the time to practice again, I just gave up. I didn’t care anymore, and I decided the province had made it too much work, and that driving was terrifying anyway.
Thus for years, I’ve been depending on the kindness of others to get drives places, or I’ve been taking the bus, which is fine I guess, when it comes on time.
Many of my family members are cross with me that I gave up on it, and let my G1 expire, so now I have to get started all over again.
Anyway, throughout my life I’ve noticed a bit of a pattern, and my little cousin, who I’m babysitting later today, exhibits the same pattern. When something is too hard, we just give up. I’ve treated a lot of aspects of my life this way, including finding work. I’m letting failure and rejection get in the way of my success. Not having a license is often a major deterrent in getting hired anyway.