Phobias of everyday activities - Halp!

Forced myself to make the two-hour drive home from Toronto at night today (possibly last chance to see a film I'd been anticipating for almost two years).

Wasn't bad at all. A couple of typically insane drivers before I got out of city limits--I actively root for these people to kill themselves in one-car accidents before they take someone with them--but once outside of Toronto, no problem. For much of the way (the 401, a heavily traveled Canadian highway), I stayed on the inside lane behind two other vehicles, one of them a transport, that were driving just like I do, a few km over the posted speed limit. There was rarely anybody behind me--they had the other two lanes to pass.

The biggest difference is getting new glasses a couple of weeks ago.

I think on some level I believe that I had a finite amount of driving luck, and it has now run out and it's only a matter of time until violent vehicular death comes my way.

Came across this old post from Carl today and I still feel this in my bones every time I’m in a car.