When I got my drivers license, the day I took the test I was extremely fucking terrified, moreso than any other event in my life. I had to take the test in a small car while there was a heatwave, with no air conditioning, in a car full of nigerians who looked like they were going to hold me hostage. I passed the test but as the instructor was driving me home my limbs went completely numb, I was dehydrated, and I went into a full panic and thought I was dying. The instructor called 911 and carried me into the nearest walgreens, and laid me down on the seats of the pharmacy’s waiting area. He started praying over me as some teenage foid who worked there stared at me with a mixture of shock and disgust as I was hyperventilating. Then the EMTs came, told me it sounded like anxiety, and one of the boomer emts looked down at me with a look as if I were pathetic. As I was being put on the stretcher in a daze it sounded like one of them was laughing, and the only silver lining was speaking to a young foid in the ambulance who was nice to me, not that it means anything. Making eye contact with one for that long felt nice, like she was trying to comfort me, but again that’s her job and she probably thought I was a fucking autist having a meltdown. Anyway I got to the hospital, got hooked up on an IV machine, and when my dad came he didn’t say anything to comfort me. He just stared down on his son in the hospital bed with a look of nothingness, and he then took me home.
