I have always gotten lost easily. I recall
feeling frustrated and inept as a young driver.
Over the years, frustration morphed into heart-pounding,
fear that became like an insurmountable wall.
Directions provided by patient, well-meaning people
have often included "You CAN'T miss it." Oh, really?!
How many times have I driven in circles in a strange place
feeling scared, incompetent, and downright silly?
To make matters worse, I’ve always been surrounded
by people blessed with a reliable sense of direction.
They seldom get lost. When they do, they don’t panic.
They wonder why I do. They have no clue!
Now the GPS has ended all my anxiety. Right?
I now claim a somewhat less unfortunate plight;
I'm more confident than in pre-GPS days, BUT
I know devices, like people, are not infallible!
I recently learned that my fear of getting lost has a name,
October 13, 2021
Contest: Your Kryptonite Placed 9th
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2021
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