The Price of Being Spoiled Rotten

Everything comes with a cost- being spoiled is no different. As a sort of sacrifice for good food, a warm bed and all my technological gadgets, I put up with my parents' constant bitching. It's like for everything I gain I have to suffer another thoughtless comment they spout out of their mouth. A small price, one might think- I put up with a bit of bitching and I get material things in return. But dear lord the psychological strain is almost unbearable.

I could use one of these.

Driving with Dad to school is one of those cases. Sure I'm fortunate enough to have a car to practise with in the morning- and fortunate enough to have someone instruct me- but to be honest I'd rather not have his instructions. Over a short stretch of road he alternates between "speed up" and "slow down" 5 times. "Give way to that car," he says, "but while you're at it, accelerate."

Maybe I'm just a lousy driver- but after that I got mad (which is bad, considering the fact that I'm driving). So I told him to shut up, because I'm not deaf. Yeeeeah, I went there. Naturally he became more furious than I could ever display overtly, and blabbered on about how he keeps telling me because I don't follow his instructions. Now if I had any sense in me, I would not have talked back- but if I had sense in me, I wouldn't have picked the fight in the first place.

"Well what kind of response didya expect? Why don't you look with your eyes and observe how I'm speeding up and slowing down?"

Man it felt good when I said it, but then the way he carried on afterwards made me regret it. Apparently he wanted a verbal response for everything he said- a "yes" to indicate that I'd heard. See, that would be fine, EXCEPT HE DOESN'T SHUT UP. It takes about 40min for me to drive to school- and HE WILL KEEP TALKING FOR THE ENTIRE TRIP. The stuff he says is infuriating, as well.

"Make your own judgments, you're driving," he'd say. Then when I decide to stop at a roundabout he'd scream at me to go. It is my fault that I haven't been appraising the situation beforehand--- but since I hadn't done that, I might as well stop and take a look. Sure I'm holding up traffic, but it's better than going in and crashing into some car. He gets angry every time a car overtakes me, and he yells me to go faster- "LOOK, PEOPLE ARE GETTING ANNOYED AT YOU."

This oddly reminds me of Dad.

Well, whoop-dee-do, I don't give a fuck what they think. They're responding appropriately to their frustrations by overtaking me- and you know what? I'm fine with that.

So the point is, I cannot be bothered replying to every comment he makes, BECAUSE HE DOESN'T STOP MAKING THEM. I'd have to say "yes, yes, yes, yes" non-stop for the whole trip- and it's fucking annoying. His talking is actually so distracting. I'm trying to concentrate and he's constantly nagging, like some ugly background noise...

Oh wow, look at that. My rant just spilled all over the page. I haven't even gotten to complaining about Mum yet. Well, until next time...