I am a softy who can now drive in the US.

Softies like me need to learn how to look at scary people in the eye while pretending that our insides aren't slowly disolving into gooey gloop.

Gooey gloop is green in colour and faintly resembles the poop a bird once deposited on my jeans while I was walking around in brickfields. But I digress.


So back to my gooey gloop innards. I was interviewing a potential child sexual abuse perpetrator and felt that it would be pertinent information to ask about his sexual life. None of the people I worked with seemed to be going in that dirrection, so I openned my big fat mouth. The man gave me a pretty mouthful, and all I could do was to look at him in the eye, pretend my insides weren't slowly disolving into gooey gloop and calmly rephrase the question.

I probably should have mentioned earlier that this is for a class and the actor was probably having a good time chewing me into little pieces.


I got chewed up again today, and this time it was real. This morning, I took my driving test and was paired up with a hardcore examiner - the kind that will bark out instructions so curtly you have no idea what they said, dole out impatience when you ask to clarify, and remind you with every move you make that you are at their mercy. Well, the examiner was merciful, and I passed - with a face of steel and insides of goo. But passing is all that matters right?