Licensed to.....?

  Two days ago, I walked out of City Hall with a loaded gun.

  Symbolically. Not literally.

  Early Thursday afternoon, I decided to get my drivers license. Seconds later, I regretted this decision. There are two things that frighten me to the very core of my being, to the point where I almost need therapy. And those things are tests, and driving. And, sadly, the "driving test" incorporates both of them.

  Tests? You must be thinking now. Why would she be afraid of tests? Well, I respond, I have this disease entitled "Hermione-Granger-Disorder" which is basically a phobia of failure. Shudder. Seriously, even the word sends shivers down my spine. And driving frightens me because, well, who wouldn't be scared when the lives of everyone they encounter on the road is in their hands?

  So, this unholy combination of the the two was what has haunted my nightmares for more days than I can count.

 I chanted "gonna fail, gonna fail, gonna fail," every where I went Thursday morning, in an attempt to desensitize myself to the seemingly inevitable. Because I WOULD fail. Not a doubt in my mind about this statement. Failure was my destiny, and all I could hope for was that no one would die during my doomed venture.

  Afternoon came, and I walked through the accursed double doors of City Hall. To those of you who have never been inside this government building, be forewarned. The aura of this place is specifically designed to fill you with doubt and foreboding. I'm almost positive the walls had just been bleached to mask the sent of human misery and tears before my arrival.

  We had to wait for the woman in charge to get back from devouring small children for what felt like a millennium. Or ten minutes. This WAS a few days ago after all... When she finally arrived the little courage I had left fled me like a cowardly captain leaving his doomed ship.

  I braced myself for the worst, sure that the Grimm Reaper would come for me at any moment. The lady opened her mouth to give me my sentence, then the strangest thing happened. She took my form proving I had successfully complete Drivers Ed., and started typing up my license. No drivers test, no psychological examination to prove I wasn't some nut job who believed they were an alien bent on destroying the planet. Just typed up my license, checked my eyesight, and let me leave.

  This women doesn't know me, she has no idea how responsible I am or how seriously I take driving. But she gave me my ticket to freedom and trusted I wouldn't misuse it.
 
  I am a licensed driver. I can operate a motor vehicle without adult supervision. I am responsible for my fellow man every time I step behind that wheel. Me, the person who can't even remember to wash behind my ears. The self-proclaimed "worst driver in the history of auto mobiles." What is this world coming to?