The other afternoon I realized I needed to go to the DMV.
I honestly wasn’t ready to have to go do this task in the slightest.
Commonly this is something that I build myself up to for a few weeks before I ever decide to step foot into that awful godforsaken site. For me, it’s not only the awful bare cement walls and overhead lighting that entirely kills myself and others there, there’s the lines which always seem as though they last for days at times and the cranky people behind the counters that make you wish you were dead. There’s honestly nothing to look forward to the entire time that you are in that awful building except for the moment that you finally get to walk back out of it. Possibly the worst thing of all of it though is the quality of Heating and Air Conditioning that they keep in these government buildings. It’s as though they want to severely punish you in every way possible. Instead of just making you irritated with all kinds of paperwork they also make you freeze to death or feel sort of like you are in the middle of a blazing hot desert. If you are going to rest in line you might as well be covered in Goosebumps or a bunch of sweat. You realize that if you are covered in sweat, the people around you are also covered in sweat and have terrible odors. It’s an immense room of uncomfortable people in the worst conditions you can imagine. It’s kind of like one of the Rings of Dante’s Inferno but just with awful Indoor Air Temperature Control, but after going through all that you end up with the sizzling and frigid people behind the desk as well. And then you wonder why people end up making awful choices when choosing personalized license plates.