ugh.
Hypothetical situation. Let's say you're driving a tiny light little red Hyaundi Accent, yes? And let's say it's all nasty and rainy and drizzley outside. And you're driving along at 35, 40 miles an hour, down 30th street, being careful because you know your little light car has a tendency to slide on concrete when it rains. And let's say the car in front of you stomps on their brakes, and so you step on yours and your car slides. What is the best way to avoid a collision in this situation?
I hate people saying I'm a bad driver when I'm not. Driving fast does not make someone a bad driver when they are careful. For example, when they go slower when it's rainy and they know their car does not deal with rain well. And I am a careful driver, I don't take risks or endanger the lives of those I'm driving with. Like I'd really want to wreck my car.
I really hate people calling me a whore, also because I'm not.
I hate that there's never any fucking food in my house. Dammit. I hate being in a bad mood. I hate wet hair and I hate wet pant-leg-bottoms from walking outside when it's rainy. I hate assholes who are mean to you when they try for like two seconds to cheer you up before giving up and attacking you about your choices over the past six months or so that have NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM. I hate thinking someone might actually be mature enough to be my friend only to find out that they're still stuck in their fuckingasshole frame of mind.
I hate when people don't answer their phone, and I hate when people yell at me.
Ugh I'm in a bad mood. I'm not going to orchestra tomorrow. If even school. I'm so sick of it all.
I hate people saying I'm a bad driver when I'm not. Driving fast does not make someone a bad driver when they are careful. For example, when they go slower when it's rainy and they know their car does not deal with rain well. And I am a careful driver, I don't take risks or endanger the lives of those I'm driving with. Like I'd really want to wreck my car.
I really hate people calling me a whore, also because I'm not.
I hate that there's never any fucking food in my house. Dammit. I hate being in a bad mood. I hate wet hair and I hate wet pant-leg-bottoms from walking outside when it's rainy. I hate assholes who are mean to you when they try for like two seconds to cheer you up before giving up and attacking you about your choices over the past six months or so that have NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM. I hate thinking someone might actually be mature enough to be my friend only to find out that they're still stuck in their fuckingasshole frame of mind.
I hate when people don't answer their phone, and I hate when people yell at me.
Ugh I'm in a bad mood. I'm not going to orchestra tomorrow. If even school. I'm so sick of it all.