No, seriously, when I have to fill the car, I feel sick and my hands shake. I hate it so much that I avoid it as long as possible, and trust me, this is not a fear that you should cope with by Avoidance Technique... you know?
It's too weird. I'm not a Useless Female.
I have had 7 babies WITHOUT DRUGS. And two of them were 10 pounders.
I am the woman who has packed up and moved
I am encouraging him to work overseas for 4 weeks at a time (and no, not because I'm happier that way)
I've buried a child, for crying out loud (he was already dead. Just sayin')
And I'm so terrified of filling the car with petrol that I'll risk running out just so I don't have to do it 'this trip'.
It's stupid. It doesn't work for me, in DrPhilSpeak. I know that.
So why do I do this?
I think it's the unfamiliarity. Petrol stations are Mens' Domains. Or something.
I worry that there'll be a line-up, that I won't know where to park, that I'll do something wrong and look stupid, that the pump won't work properly, etc etc -- this long list of stupid irrational fears that make me look like a dumb-ass.
Oddly enough, the fear diminishes once I'm familiar with the station.
Today I found a nice place, less than 3 kms from my door. I don't care if it's more expensive than the Woollies servo in town -- the man was nice (he escaped from the desert too) and he has ostrich eggs for sale! I still had to pump my own fuel but it wasn't anywhere near as traumatic as I had imagined....
AND the warning light in my car is now gone. WHEW! Maybe next time I won't wait till it comes on.....
PS it appears I'm not the only one. RELIEF! I wouldn't want to be, you know, strange.