I’m not sure why, but I am actually stressing over going to the DMV tomorrow to get a new driver’s license and registering my car. I’ve heard nothing but horror stories about the California DMV, which requires an individual to make an appointment to get any sort of reasonable service (I’m told). Add to this the inevitability of my soon-to-expire MD driver’s license (on my birthday, no less) and you’ve got an awesome Jason-Stresses-Too-Much sandwich.
I suppose I could rationalize it as an extension of my own natural neurosis. After all, I tend to stress over stupid little things, like impending doctor’s appointments or conference calls where I’m expected to say something moderately useful. And it’s not like I’m known for my stoicism regarding problems (what can I say, I’m a kvetch-er). Still; shouldn’t I be able to say to myself something like “oh hell, you handled chemo, a freaking trip to the DMV shouldn’t be a big deal?” (And no. That wasn’t intended to be another excuse to remind everyone that I had cancer.)
Maybe it’s just part of growing up - facing yet another thing in my life that I now have to handle on my own. After all, I’ve been bitching for ages about how it sucks to grow up. This knot in my gut could just be a combination of desire to ignore the problem of my soon-to-expire license and my dislike of moving further down the road of adulthood.
Then again, maybe I just need to stop bitching about it, go get some sleep, and just deal with it. We’ll see.
