So when I’m going someplace, one of three things is usually true:
1) I’m traveling by myself and know exactly where I’m going.
2) I’m not going anywhere in particular, and don’t really care to.
3) I’m with someone else and have made them completely responsible for knowing where we are.
I have a hard time with uncertainty. And that’s why, a few years ago, it took a very special set of circumstances to make me ask a stranger for directions.