Driving sucks.
Indeed it does.
I'm trying to learn how to drive, but unfortunately for me, the only readily available person is my dad. I don't really like my dad. I mean, he's my parent, yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to stand him all the time.
Just this morning, on the way to work, I got lost. And he kept trying to tell me what to do. Only, instead of just saying something he'd motion his hands or make a comment about something I didn't quite understand. And I try to listen, I do. But if you throw too much stuff at me, I get confused. And I hate it. I can't focus my eyes well enough, so if you're telling me to turn the wheel one way, we need to go left, pay attention to that sign, you just hit twelve cars!!! I'm going to freak. And yes, I do realise that driving requires paying attention, but what happened to not distracting the driver?
And then there's his tone of voice. In trying to correct something, he sound so pissed. And loud. I got used to that in the house, at least I could go for a walk or something, but in a close space, I just want to cry.
Maybe I'm soft. Or stupid or something. I just don't want to deal with that anymore. But he want me to drive more often. I don't want to. Not with him.
Dragon. My pencil keeps breaking. Is it sad when there's only one kind of pencil you like? Wish I could find something similar to it. (Sanford Design Ebony extra smooth, or something like that.) Oh well.
I'm trying to learn how to drive, but unfortunately for me, the only readily available person is my dad. I don't really like my dad. I mean, he's my parent, yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to stand him all the time.
Just this morning, on the way to work, I got lost. And he kept trying to tell me what to do. Only, instead of just saying something he'd motion his hands or make a comment about something I didn't quite understand. And I try to listen, I do. But if you throw too much stuff at me, I get confused. And I hate it. I can't focus my eyes well enough, so if you're telling me to turn the wheel one way, we need to go left, pay attention to that sign, you just hit twelve cars!!! I'm going to freak. And yes, I do realise that driving requires paying attention, but what happened to not distracting the driver?
And then there's his tone of voice. In trying to correct something, he sound so pissed. And loud. I got used to that in the house, at least I could go for a walk or something, but in a close space, I just want to cry.
Maybe I'm soft. Or stupid or something. I just don't want to deal with that anymore. But he want me to drive more often. I don't want to. Not with him.
Dragon. My pencil keeps breaking. Is it sad when there's only one kind of pencil you like? Wish I could find something similar to it. (Sanford Design Ebony extra smooth, or something like that.) Oh well.
