I hate getting gas.

It has NOTHING to do with my Jersey roots... I went to college in middle of nowhere Amish country Pennsylvania, and pumped my own gas for four years... back when gas was actually under a dollar.

I hated getting gas in New Jersey too, and they do it for you, all you need to do is pull-up and they pump it.

I think it's my OCD. I can't stand having to deter from my original root to make a fifteen minute detour to get gas, it stresses me out.

I knew when I moved to Texas I would have to pump my gas. I don't always have too, sometimes, on date nights, I can convince boyfriend to drive my car, stop at the gas station and fill my car for me [with my money, of course], so I don't have to deal with the stress of pumping gas.

But I didn't realize how much anxiety it would cause me.

Maybe it's because I live off of East Alabama, which is the weirdest street in Houston because it changes depending on the house. Whenever I'm driving home from work, you can't make left turns onto any main or side roads because it disrupts the flow of traffic, so I get stressed out thinking or rerouting my usual drive just to get gas.

Or maybe it's because, the first time I got gas in Texas, on my own, I didn't realize my dad had told my credit card company that I had moved, so whenever I tried entering my zip-code, the Jersey one, of course, it kept on telling me I had an error, and it wouldn't let me get any gas or use the card.

Perhaps it's because the gas pumps at the gas station seemed possessed...  They'll let me fill my car with like two gallons and then they'll just stop pumping gas, and I need to repeat this process about five times, and every time I add more gas, I think my car is going to explode.

Whatever it is...

I had to get gas today, AND IT SUCKED.