Time for another petty complaint about how I suck. I mean cause honestly no one likes victims. Am I right or am I right?
Anyways, if you actually thought this was going to be about me complaining about myself – you damn wrong.
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover blahhh blahh blah. Gawd am I the only one that found that challenge really stupid?
The irony is me doing it but it was all for the sake of demonstration. Kinda anyways. Wanted to see how deep I could go into the hole of stupidity. Turns out I’m almost reaching the end.
Guess it takes someone stupid to know who else is stupid.
And the whole complaining and insulting myself thing? I do that on a daily basis. Why would I make it, quote on quote, “special”
That gif is to myself. So don’t get your panties in a knot.
Why is it me always getting the shit from my parents? I mean my bro gets it too but he’s probably immune to it. I’m probably getting to that stage as well. Keyword; probably.
I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t the one “sick” and it was my sis – he wouldn’t be mad one bit.
Jee whizz, when my mum called to tell me she would accompany me to the clinic and I was estatic about it cause if things went south – my mum would be there to help out. Which it did go south so thank goodness she was there.
What I didn’t expect to see, was my dad waiting with her. Yay. You could tell, even from a far, he was pissed.
Now what really irked me was that he looked as if he wanted to leave after seeing me write the registeration – which I didn’t actually get to write completely cause he snatched the pen to write almost everything when all I asked was “so do I write my full name or?” Like I just wanted to clairfy cause they had my card so I didn’t see anything wrong with asking. Stupid, I know.
But, of course he didn’t leave and all he did was sit down and complained about me being an ignorant fuckup that can’t do shit right. Which isn’t wrong but hey, I’m at least trying ffs.
Now the payment wasn’t cheap at Raffles so my dad obviously bursted at me once we walked out. Saying things like polyclinic would have been cheaper and whatnot – which I don’t disagree with. It really might have been cheaper but hey, your child’s sick. They have a throat infection on top of that and all you do is complain about the money? Wowzers.
I told him I had a throat infection and he literally ignored me. Really mature of a parent. If he didn’t want to be there, he shouldn’t have come. Why bother. If you cared, at least show it. Why you gotta show this tough love bullshit which you don’t show on the last child? A.k.a me being petty. Again.
Oh and let’s get back to the topic on “Money”. So yesterday, I went to church – was really looking forward to go so I could interact and have fun with the nice kids there. But unfortunately my mild headache became a really big one and I started having running nose.
I really had very little stamina to take the bus back home. So I called my dad to tell him how I was feeling. Guess what happened?
I had to take the bus back. Cause apparently we didn’t have enough cash which I call bullshit on. Literally on the same week, they bought Pizza which costed like $50+ and went out to eat with their friends till late. So like, wth. And they deducted my allowance cause of that? No money? Really?
Apparently like 20 or 30 minutes later, my mum called whilst I was on the bus. I didn’t see it at first but when I saw the missed call – I said “Fuck it” and didn’t call back. When I got home, she was saying things like they actually wanted me to take a cab home which they would pay for obvs cause I’m just a mere student who’s shitty at savings.
Later that same day I had no mood to go to this birthday function of some important person which I had no interest in. I was still feeling sick even though I rested a bit and took some medication.
But my mum, oh my mum. She forced me to go to the birthday function claiming she’s giving a lot of money and she wanted to make every penny worth it. I kept saying I couldn’t, but she kept insisting I go. I kid you not, I brought three packets of tissue and by the end of the night I used up all three. I was using it sparingly even though my running nose was getting worse.
Must have been gross for the people sitting next to me, seeing me use tissue after tissue. Don’t blame them for thinking I’m gross, cause hey. I 101% agree with ’em.