I Really Should Learn How To Drive.

“I really shoud learn to drive” I think to myself for the billionth time since I’ve turned 18. The sky is a silvery grey, the kind where if I wear too much of it I look dead, I’m cold and I look like a smurf because of the ridiculous red beanie I’m wearing. I should really learn to drive.

Waiting for my mom to pick me up while I’m sitting outside a certain frozen yoghurt place where the manager has stared at my derriere enough to make it a safety hazard, in an area of Johannesburg where grown women find it aesthetically acceptable to wear hot pink clip-on hats in public.

I went grocery shopping instead of gallery hopping and now I’m stranded because I can only make it to second gear and I have no clue how to reverse.

I really should learn.

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