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This is a short ADHD simulator.
For the best results do not skim but read each word. 

The destination is clear!
The sun slowly sets on a sleek,
shimmering city on the horizon of “Goalsville”.
Your desire and determination to get there flicker…
Not gone, just inconsistent. Like a radio station fading in and out.

After hours of pushing your car…
You decide to stop and take a break as you slouch in your driver seat.

Staring at the needle buried past the “E” (empty).
A passerby in a humming motorcycle pulls over next to you.
“Car trouble?”

“Yes, actually…”
Before you can finish he cuts you off.

“Well don’t just sit there. Pop the hood open. Come on take some initiative.”

“Thank you, but I know what’s wrong with it.”

You reply, over politely. 

“Well if you know what’s wrong, why don’t you fix it?”
They said, tilting their head, genuinely confused.

“I’m completely out of gas.”
You respond, mildly annoyed.

“Well sitting there ain’t gonna help. Why don’t you push it to the nearest gas station?”

With a clenched jaw. You reply…

“I am, I’ve been pushing since noon.”

“It sure don’t look like it. It looks like you’re sitting on your ass on the side of the highway?”

He says, shaking his head disapprovingly.

“Looks can be deceiving. This is my first time taking a break today.”

“You know my dad once told me you don’t take a break until the job is done.”

“Has your dad pushed a two ton car in the Texas heat for miles?”
 
“Nope my dad was always prepared. Why didn’t you fill up before getting on the interstate?”

They said, looking at the desolate stretch of road.

“I did… My gas tank was full to the brim. I don’t realize how far the next gas station was. My gps told me there was a gas station much closer but it was closed down when I got there.” 

“See that’s your problem you weren’t prepared. You need get one of them jerry cans…”

“You mean one of these?” 

You hold up an empty jerry can. 

“They only hold 5 gallons.” 

“Well why didn’t you have multiple cans. There isn't a station for another 20 miles.
Seems like you didn’t think this through.”

“Hindsight is 20/20. The last two gas stations I walked to were permanently closed but it wasn’t updated on the GPS.”
You reply, gripping the steering wheel tightly. 

“You’re just full of excuses huh? You know with that attitude you’ll never get there.”

Too tired to argue, you ignore him. You stand up and lean forward placing your shoulder against the cold metal frame. As you begin to push.
You notice you how effortless it’s moving.

You look back to see him pushing.
“Thank you, You didn’t need to.”

He shakes his head approvingly. As he gives it one final push. 

“See this is easy. You just needed some momentum. You’ll get there in no time.”
He says as he walks back to his bike and rides away.

At first it was easy since you were going down hill.

The car was moving at a good pace but 10 mins later of easy pushing you reach a very unfavorable, uphill off ramp. 

You look at your two ton car pushing with all your strength moving at an inch per hour, sweating and shaking, while the passerby nod in approval.

They didn't realize that while they were "driving," you were performing a feat of manual labor just to reach the starting line.

FINALLY after 3 hours of pushing you get to the top where the ramp levels out. 

You smile, satisfied of getting this far.

Suddenly your legs give out,

And you collapse face first on the gravel road. 

You take a minute laying on the gravel as someone yells out the car window.

“Hey you lazy bum get off the highway.”

You’re too tired to care. As you roll on your back and notice…

The open door of your car moves above your head.

You sit up, eyes widen watching your car roll back down the hill. 

3 hours wasted. Back to the start.

You walk down with your wobbling legs. 

In disbelief. A car stops behind him.

As a women jumps out. 

“I know what will help.”

She says as she rummages through her trunk.
 
A glimmer of hope, and relief washes over you. 

But it quickly dissipates as she pulls out a set of jumper cables,
"Here, let me give you a jump. 

Your battery must be dead. You just need a little spark of 'motivation."

Your smile vanishes.

"The battery is fine," you sigh, looking at your blinking hazards.
"But the tank is dry. A spark won't help if there’s nothing to ignite. I need fuel."

“Oh I don’t have any. But I can help you push?”

So you start all over again, pushing but you can’t even muster the strength to move it an inch. 

She’s doing all the work. You feel terrible. 

“Come on dude. How am I pushing harder than you?”

“I pushed it all the way up and it rolled all the way back down.

I don’t think I have the energy to keep pushing.”

She lets go as the car rolls back to where it originally was. 

“I’ll go to the gas station and come back with gas.”

She drives off as you sit there completely defeated.

You wake to the roar of a motorcycle.

“You gotta be sh!tting me.
You barely moved from where I last left you,
It took you five hours to move a few inches?

The gps says it only takes 18 mins to get there.”

“By car not by walking...”

“Oh 5 hours walking. See you could have been there by now.”

You don’t even care to explain yourself. 
You glance away from him and next to you…
Two full Jerry cans sitting in the passenger seat. A receipt is taped to it. 

“Pay me back when you can.”

“Well look at that. If you weren’t sitting on your ass, asleep at the wheel you would have noticed the two tank of gas next to you.”

He shakes his head and leaves.
You stare at the cans.

In thick marker the girl wrote:

“You’re welcome! CashApp: $Mamabear’sClub”

You take the tank.
Then pour the gas in.

Relief.
You get in.
Turn the key.
The engine sputters.
You flip the receipt with the cash app…
Then you stare at the receipt on the jerry tanks.

Diesel.
Wrong fuel.
Wrong solution.
Wrong kind of help.
The city still glows in the distance.

Close enough to see.
Far enough to feel impossible.

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