You know how over time things just become habit? Kind of like Pavlov’s Dog where sometimes you don’t even realize they are habit? Well, I am so used to getting in my car a certain way that it has become habit for me. Weird right? Getting into the car? Habit? Are you drunk?! Yes, these are all relevant questions to the habit of getting in the car. I never realized it was a habit of mine until the day came where I had to get into the passenger’s side of my car. My mom was going to drive my car because I had my hands full and just didn’t feel like driving. She gets in the drivers side and I try to get into the passengers side. This could quite easily have been a “Peter Griffin” moment or a “special person” moment for me.
There I am, caught up in the confusion on how to get in my car...“I’m so used to putting my right foot in first, BUT it would make more sense to put my left leg in since I am on the right side of the car?” …”But I’ll try the right foot anyways.” Yes, these are seriously the thoughts going through my head. So I try putting my right foot into the car first only to realize it has me facing the opposite way of the seat. “What the hell am I doing?” I think. So I try to get in the car again. This time I think, “what if I sit down first then pull my feet into the car?” I do a spin outside the open door of my car and just think, “this does not feel right/normal!” Finally I get over my “special moment” to just sit in the passenger’s seat and I realize how hilariously stupid I had to just look. I never knew that just sitting in the car would be such a complex ordeal for me?!
