Who can understand the pain of a road idiot?

I understand, I understand it very well, because I am a road idiot myself, with a very poor sense of direction. Turning around is like a species with amnesia. I can’t find the direction home when I go out. If it weren’t for this There is still something called a taxi in the world, and I may have to trouble the police to take me home. I have been in this city for 11 years. It is such a small city, and I still can’t find the direction of my home when I go out. Even if I sit in my own home, there is an elementary school next to my home, but I usually sit at home. I don't even know which side the elementary school is on. When the police came to my house and asked questions, I pointed in the wrong direction. I feel the same way as a roadie! There is no way, I really don’t know how to change it, anyway, I feel that there is no way to save it. I remember one time my classmate came to my house and she asked me to take her shopping. The two of us went shopping for a day, and then I couldn’t find the direction home. It was already very late, and I was familiar with the buses leading to my house. They didn't seem to show up where I was, and I was exhausted after walking for a day. My classmate said she was going to her relative’s house. The two of us were walking on the street in the dark. Suddenly I saw a familiar bus with no one on it. I got on it, and my classmate walked forward. I said loudly You take a taxi back, I'll find the car and leave first. As a result, the driver of the car said that the terminal is in front of here. Where are you going? So I got off the car again, but my classmate was nowhere to be seen. After much deliberation, I decided to call my husband. I was originally afraid that he would laugh at me, but I couldn’t do it after shopping in high heels all day. I called him and asked where I was? I don’t know where I am. He said there are any large buildings or obvious signs around? I looked at the buildings and the buildings. The most obvious thing is that there is an overpass where I can walk from all sides. He said there are bridges like that everywhere, and I don’t know where you are and I can’t pick you up! Why! I kept walking forward, and the farther I went, the worse I felt, and then I fell back to where I started. I almost cried when I stood at any intersection. I finally found a taxi and they didn’t take me. I felt so bad! I asked my husband to bring a pair of slippers from home and wait for me on a street near my house. I wanted to go home with him. Then he called me and said it was cold. My husband was standing by the roadside with a pair of slippers waiting for me. I walked around somewhere for a long time and saw the bus I just got on. He actually stopped. I asked him which bus he was going to. Direction, he told me which direction my house was, and he said it was the last trip, so I hurried up. Then we went directly to the street where my house was. I was limping along under the street lights in a state of embarrassment. When my husband saw me, he took the slippers away. I put on the slippers and finally could walk normally. I finally freed my feet. This was the most embarrassing and miserable time for me to get lost. Anyway, I would get lost as soon as I went out, and then I would call to ask about this and that. And a few years ago, I loved shopping, but I would get lost every time I went shopping. They all called my husband to ask about it. As soon as I got the call, I said I didn’t know where I was, what should I do? He asked me to take a taxi. Taxi drivers usually know that just saying the place name is enough, so I later took a taxi as soon as I left home and took a taxi everywhere I went. It is really painful to be a road addict these days.