Thursday, June 16, 2016 "Tales From a Beginner Driver (4 Hours)."

Thursday, June 16, 2016
Week: 44
Songs to Remember:

        The cast was planning a game night today. I wasn't in the mood to go because of my mom.

        We drove for a whole hour in the neighborhoods near my school. So I'm the one driving, I gotta pay attention to my speed, to whether I brake or I accelerate, my turning, keeping the car straight, not get too close to the cars parked on the curb, not too close to the lane markers.

        I have a record of 4 counts of driving right now, of which I started Monday of THIS fucking week. Her? She got her license back in maybe, I don't know, the 80's or 90's or something. I'm driving and there's a turn ahead. What does she do? She tells me to turn immediately, so I do. "You cut into the other lane!" Well, she told me to turn immediately, whether it was for safety reasons or not, I did what she told me to. "You're supposed to drive up until you get to the point where the turn will keep your car in your lane." Gee, to think I didn't know that, to think that it wouldn't have been stated in that driver's manual for which I had to study and pass.

        If I were to just drive by myself, without having to keep track of what the fuck she's saying, I'd be fine. But no, she either does shit like this, or makes me purposely fuck up. For example, there's an intersection coming up. Do you want me to turn left or right? "Turn uhhhhh... right." I have to fucking tilt the car to the right literally a second before I have to stop. Then, she tells me that I gotta keep the fucking car close to the curb if I wanna turn right. Makes me wanna give a big-ass middle finger to everybody I see.

        Yesterday, she told me I drive too close to the millions of cars parked on the curb. So, naturally I try to fix that by driving near the lane markers more. Today, she tells me I drive to close to that, that I gotta drive close to the right side of the lane. Well, why the fuck would I do that, just for you to have to tell me that I drive too close to the parked cars again. I fucking bet you she'll fucking do that.

        The whole time, she's contradicting all her fucking "advice." Unfortunately for me, I gotta pay attention to that bullshit AND teach myself how to drive. Her talking makes me even more flustered and stressed out, my driving turns worse, making her fuck me over even more, and it repeats and repeats. We leave for my grandmother's house on June 25th, approximately in 9 days. Which means, I have to suffer through 9 more hours of this shit before my parents hire a professional instructor. Yes, she does like a fucking hour of this each day, and apparently that's only "a little bit of practice." If you counted this week, with the upcoming 9 fucking days, it totals to about 13 hours, almost a 1/4th of the required amount of supervised driving hours I gotta do in order to prepare to do the driving test for my license.

        Jesus, you don't know how much I wanted to stop the car and get out, having to go through the same route, over and over and over again, with my mom telling me the same things over and over again, it felt like a fucking eternity. I remember looking at the clock sometimes because I wanted it to be fucking over already. She tells me to speed up, go ahead and speed up. I didn't wanna fucking do that because everytime I do, I see her grip the fucking stabilizing handle above the door, as if she's preparing for impact and shit.

        A car actually honked at us from behind as we were making a turn, because I was going too slow. Sorry that my driving experience is 0.001% of yours. 2 words: kill yourself. Fucking, punk bitch. Anyways, I'm not really in the mood to do anything, I just wanna go to sleep and wake up to the fact that it's one day less of having to drive next to the cause of me wanting to hit the accelerator to 90 mph in the hopes of ending my stress. See ya.