It started when you was 13.
Mad at grandma. You sat in the backseat instead of the front.
Distancing yourself away from the source of your anger.
But something happened…
You got over it.
But whenever it’s just you and grandma getting in the car, you still sit in the back. Even to this very day.
From other’s POV it looks like you are mad at her, hate her, mean, evil, blah blah blah.
But you’re not.
You like sitting in the backseat.
One day your uncle asked, “Har-old, when do you plan on learning how to drive?”
You said, “I don’t. I plan on riding in the back of limos for the rest of my life. I’m a star.”
Har-old, you are a star!
Your persistence is amazing!