Among other things in my kaleidoscope brain is a parking phobia. Parknaphopia I believe is the clinical term.
Downtown is the worst. I have always gone to great lengths to find a perfect spot or an open spot. I have been known to walk 16 blocks to my destination because I pulled into the first spot I saw.
When I have to go somewhere new and I suspect there is sub par parking available, I’ll call ahead and casually ask. I hate it when people just flippantly say, “Oh, yeah, there’s parking”. What does that mean exactly? Parking in the rear, on the street, in a garage, where, what? I’m starting to get worried again. I’ll move on.
The strange thing is I do know how to parallel park, but I don’t always have the confidence at the time to try it. If I’m feeling all rough and ready I’ll do it and I’ll do it well. I really don’t have a parking problem as much as I have a self confidence problem you are probably observing. Or, as I am reading back over what I wrote I pretty much have both and it’s when they both collide is when I have a serious problem.
Oh, yeah I also have a little claustrophobia. It’s pretty much hell when I’ve got to park in a parking garage and I’m feeling a little down on myself. One time I actually backed into a cement wall trying to park John’s new dodge truck on the top floor of a parking garage that was downtown on a one-way street. I was trying to get to the top floor to get out from under the 10′ roof that seemed to be getting lower with every floor I went up. I was so flustered by the time I got up there I didn’t see it (the cement wall that is).
Now I wonder if you are wondering how I even get out of bed in the morning with all this to deal with. I’m used to it I guess. It’s probably the reason I need 10 hours of sleep a night, I’m exhausting.