The Path to Adulthood is Slippery

When I was a kid, I sucked at almost everything.
Because, duh, I was a kid.

I have this pretty ugly habit, though.
Of HATING things that I suck at.
So, naturally, I hated most activities.

Mostly I liked to swim.
I was good at swimming.
I'm still good at swimming.

Kids' parties which involved ice skating or roller skating were the worst. I would not even condescend to try and participate.

My very kind and socially aware mother put me in ice skating lessons. roller skating lessons. tennis lessons. volleyball lessons. basketball lessons.

Wanna know how much of those I cried through?
Dang near straight through the whole freaking entire first lesson.

I still suck at ice skating and roller skating (and still refuse to participate. When I go roller skating, I run around in socks, which is enormously more fun).
I straight up quit tennis.
Volleyball is a no go.
Basketball is on a "will if I have-to" basis.

But, during the lesson versions of those things (except tennis. I did not make it through tennis. Or that second volleyball camp), I got over it after the first lesson, even if I didn't love it.

My initial response to new things is frustration to the crying degree. Flash flood temper.

Yesterday, a "MainReqd" light came on in my car.
Checked the oil.
Rechecked it because no one believed I could do it right.

And it was decided that I needed an oil change, not really because I believe I need one but because I want that awful light to go off and leave me be.

Took it in during my lunch break; it was busy and I was super confused.
I felt really stupid and asked stupid questions and tried to be calm.
Did my shopping while I waited.
and waited.
and waited.
and what was supposed to take 15-20 minutes was an hour in and they still hadn't looked at my car.

I then gave up.
Took my car back to work.
And cried about it to be pretty honest.

Why?
Because I cry when I'm frustrated.
Which is frustrating.
And makes me cry.
It's a pretty vicious cycle.

But I got back to the office, asked around for really anywhere alternative for oil changes, sent an inquiry email, which I followed up with a call, scheduled an appointment, and even printed off a coupon from their website.

Two steps backward in the maturity sphere, but you can't be good at something you haven't tried before (unless you are literally the worst person in the universe. seriously. keep that stuff to yourself. we will key your car. in love.).

Now I know.
I know what kind of oil my car uses.
I know where to take it and where not to take it.
I know to use the internet instead of calling my dad first and panic him.

Next time, I'll kick this oil change in the trunk.