Soon I can drive your car

car tire on the road
Made in Canva

You read it right. I am now going to driving school. I didn’t need to start all over, though. I only need to go to the risk recognition training program. It’s online. Then I need to take the theory test. When I pass that, it’s driving in a simulator and then with a real car. Then it’s only the driving test left. Soon I can drive your car. Sounds easy but it’s not really. I have to pass the tests too and I don’t know if I do them on the first try. 26 years ago I had to take the theory test at least 10 times, and the driver’s test 3 times. It was different then. It was all done on paper and the driving lessons were only with a real car. We also had a book to read. The driving school was also in two parts. Now it’s only one. You had to sit on a bench (a chair more like it) in a class and listen to the teacher. Now you can study in your own time. There are 4 hours of theory, 2 hours of driving in a simulator and 2 hours with a real car. I’ve now done 3 theory lessons. Before driving, I need to pass the theory test. Fortunately, you can test your knowledge online before going to the real test. I’ve tested it once and I got 66% right. That’s far from passing a test. In multiple-choice questions, you need 11/15, the picture questions 43/50 and risk recognition 4/5. The driving test is not as nerve-wracking as the theory test, because I’ve done it before so I know what to expect.

There is a lot of driver’s who thinks they own every road. They break rules and they think they’re racing drivers. Being someone who has seen the other side of the road, so to speak. The one’s who use public transport, cyclists and pedestrians. I know what kind of driver I don’t want to be. I can see things from their perspective. I’m an ideal driver. I don’t drink, do drugs, I’m not a risk-taker and selfless. I also don’t use my mobile while driving either.

When I get my license, I don’t need to buy a car. I can use my dad’s. He’s not allowed to drive anymore. He’s given me lifts all my life, so now it’s my turn to return the favour.

Dream of wheels

white limo
White limo is St. Petersburg 2016

As long as I remember cars has always been one of my favourite things. I was a tomboy who preferred toy cars to dolls. When it was time to take a driver’s license at 18, I went through the first stage of it. But when I drove in traffic I realised I couldn’t do it. There was too much pressure. If you’re nervous about something you shouldn’t do it. I was even scared to drive. So my dreams of wheels were long gone. I still know how to drive but so far I haven’t even needed a car. There are times when you need a car but there’s too many of them on the road. My mother went through her life without needing one so you can live without one. My father has a driver’s license so there hasn’t been a need to get one.

Even though I don’t have driver’s license, I still have that dream car. I just need a driver. When you look for a job, a car is always necessary so I’ve lost a lot of chances because of that. Especially if you want to be a photographer a car seems to be a requirement. Sometimes it would be nice to have a driver’s license. I’m not a fan of public transport. You always have to share with other people and there are the schedules you have to think about. With your own car, you can go wherever you want. But then you think about how much it costs to have one, you rather be without. You also have to think about the environment. It’s much better to go by bike or public transport. Luckily I live in a city where places are close by and the local traffic is great.

When I see my dream car somewhere, I think I could get a driver’s license just to get that. But my dream car is too expensive. Only if I win the lottery but that won’t happen since I don’t spend my money on that.

My dream cars

If I had a car, it wouldn’t have to be anything fancy. Wheels that are good for the environment and it works like a charm, that’s all it needs. Dreams are dreams and the reality is a reality. Females who choose men from what kind of car they drive should have their head examined. I wouldn’t even care if the guy didn’t have a car. If I want to go somewhere I’ll always find a way and if I don’t then I’m not going at all. I’ll only get a driver’s license if they decide to quit public transports altogether. That will never happen and that’s a fact. As long as there are people without cars, there’s always gonna be a need for it.

Tallenna

Tallenna

Tallenna

Tallenna

OMG, a famous person

I must have been a different teenager since I never went gaga over some celebrity. I had idols. I was one of those boy band fans. But I was never one of those hysterical ones. No way, that’s just an embarrassment. I had infatuations with band members and things like that. I didn’t understand all that screaming when they saw their idol. I thought that was just silly. I never went to any concerts but I saw those on TV. For example when Michael Jackson was on the stage, girls were crying their eyes out. What was the point in that? You’re having a time of your life and you’re crying? Pay for a concert ticket and all you do is that? You can just as well stay home and cry in front of your TV.

When people see someone famous, they get all excited. For what, because they’re famous? Do they have some magical dust that I don’t know of? Does it make you fly when you see someone famous? Or even touch one? I’ve seen famous people in real life and met a few (mostly Finns) but for me they’ve just like anyone. They just happen to be famous. No big deal. It’s usually teens that goes crazy when they see a celebrity but sometimes adults do too. It’s like they think they’re better people after they’ve seen or met one. People often forget that famous people are people too. They have bad days and good days. You can’t expect them to be nice all the time. I read about stories that fans complain that they met this famous person and they were really rude. After that they think he/she is like that all the time. It’s easy to judge someone you don’t know.

A good example of people exaggerating, is when a café in Helsinki posted a picture of Benedict Cumberbatch on their Facebook  (maybe to get more customers to their business) people just went crazy. Somehow, here in Finland it’s always a big deal when someone famous is seen the country. They got really curious about what the reason for his visit was. “Cumberhunt” as they call it. There’s always a nick name for everything, is there? Sometimes it feels like Finnish newspapers are run by fangirls and fanboys. Funny thing is, some people thought he was still in the country. Only fools would have believed that. The reason he was here, was because he’s the ambassador for Jaguar cars and they (actor Nicholas Hoult and movie director Eran Creevy) were testing new cars on ice and snow with a Finnish female rally driver and instructor called Minna Sillankorva. And it wasn’t even in Helsinki. It was in Hämeenlinna. Which is about 98 km, North from the capital. The hysteria is the reason things are never told when it’s happening. This just proves how popular Ben has become. And it’s not necessarily a good thing. E.g. it attracts so-called “crazy people”

It’s understandable that people get excited when they meet or see their idol but to get all crazy about it, that’s just weird. Seeing them on the street and be surprised they’re there. Like it’s some kind of a miracle that they go out in public. Luckily it’s only a small group of those “hysterical” fans. Most people are decent. Maybe they just want an autograph and leave. I never cared for those. The only time I would want an autograph from a celebrity, would be if I wanted them to sign a contract where they would promise to help a charity. Or something like that. And besides I would be too shy to ask for one or even speak to them. Has happened before. I would act the same way when I meet a person for the first time. It just depends on the person I meet.

If I ever met Madonna (she’s one of my idols) I would be too shy to even approach her. Not because she’s famous, because I’m always shy around new people. Even though I’ve followed her career, I don’t know her. I know I never meet her and I will never even try. There’s no point. I have a life. Unlike those who “stalk” their idols. Those are not fans. They’re something else. There’s got to be a limit somewhere.

The most pathetic losers are those who sell their “stories” to tabloids and that way get recognition. No wonder celebrities don’t want to date ordinary people. They never know who to trust. If I dated a “star” people would never know. No way I want to get that much attention. I would have no urge to tell anyone either. That’s why it’s called a private life. You neither keep it private entirely or brag about it. It depends how much attention you want. When people get famous, the media and the fans expect to know everything about them. I think  you don’t have to know everything. If they want to answer every question they’re asked, they have to meet the consequences. They do have a choice about how much they want to tell the media. It’s unnecessary to complain later, that they’re not left alone. You make your own bed.

Every job has its downside and for people in the public eyes, its people taking advantage of them. In the end, all they want to have some peace and quiet once in a while.