I can't stop at that Shell on the corner because I got a divorce

Is it just me, or do you find it uncomfortable to stop and pump gas from a gas station you have never before visited? It feels...unnatural. And crazy as it may sound, I think I would rather run the risk of running out of gas then stop somewhere unfamiliar.

Once, I drove around town in a circle because I knew that I would be near the stations I frequent the most. It's hard to accept that maybe there is a deeper seated issue here. Could it possibly be that I have put up this wall of uncertainty? Could that possibly be caused by my failed marriage? The fact that I thought I was safe only to have the carpet yanked out from underneath me? Sure, why not. Let's play the blame game. I can't stop at that Shell on the corner because I got a divorce. Completely logical. I am ridiculous.

And yet...I can't help but wonder if everyone else gets the same feelings I do. Does the gas light come on and you instantly try and figure out how long it will take you to get to the other side of town to the beloved Circle K on the corner of Such and Such Street you know and trust? Why can't you just pull into the nearest fuel center, pop your gas flap and pump to your heart's content? I can't. I'm sorry. I don't pop my gas flap for just anyone anymore.