Monday, June 23
My Place
Today has been a completely crap day. I woke up to hear my Mum on the phone to an insurance company, because we got a letter through from the owner of the other car that was involved in the accident I had. She eventually found out that the other guy was claiming for over £1,000 of damage to his car. I find this incredible to believe, because I swear that there was only a few scratches on the back of his car, whereas the bumper came off mine. That bumper only cost £150 to replace, so £1,000 is somewhat excessive! The problem is that because I was driving, our insurance company puts a £500 excess on any claims. My parents aren't happy about this, to say the least. When I got out of bed, I got an absolute fucking earful about the incident and how much it's going to cost, etc.
The "witness" who gave the other guy my registration plate (I forgot to leave a note to the other guy because I was in a bit of a state about the accident) claimed that when I hit the back of the other car, it knocked it into a pillar, which means that part of the side needs repairing as well as the rear. I am almost completely certain that there was no pillar next to the car, but I struggle to remember perfectly because I got myself into a state about the accident. This is what my parents can't understand. I had an accident, and it fucked me up. Excuse me if my memory isn't 100% perfect concerning the exact details of everything around me immediately after the accident. I mean, it was my first accident for fuck's sake. I wasn't to know how I would react.
Anyway after all this moaning at me, my Mum got back to the fact that I'd have to contribute a fair bit to the total of £650 that they're going to have to pay out. No, really Mum? Jeez, wouldn't have seen that one coming. I still haven't got a job yet, which is annoying my parents no end. I've signed on with an agency, I'm just waiting on them to find me a job. I really, really don't want to do factory work again, I hated every minute of it. Give me a job sat in front of a computer, inputting data or some shit. That'll suit me fine. Easy money, and not cold / smelly / wet. Unfortunately the agency haven't found me anything yet, so my parents are pressuring me into working in a factory again or some crappy supermarket somewhere. I'm nigh-on adamant that I'm not going to do that, but it's looking increasingly like I'm going to end up working nights at my local Tesco's. Oh joy.
I got well annoyed with my parents after all this. I was just about to get in the shower when my Mum said something like "And he wants to drive a GTI or something like that..." I sort of muttered quite loudly "Oh, shut up," which they evidently heard. My Mum was all "How dare you speak to me like that," and my Dad was halfway up the stairs, probably coming to hit me or something. I heard my Mum tell him (plead with him?) not to hit me, but he just said to me "You should be helping out with all of this, it was your accident". Yeah, how the fuck am I supposed to do anything? The car is registered to my Mum, the insurance policy is in my Mum's name, and all of the correspondence has been addressed to her. If I get on the phone to the insurance company, they'll only ask to speak to Mum. What's the fucking point?
I was so angry in the shower, thinking about how I'd have loved for my Dad to hit me, so that I could hit him back for the first time. And my Mum, does she ever fucking stop? She's like a CD on repeat, always coming out with the same fucking shit again and again. I've got to the point now where I just can't be bothered with it. She says that she wants to have "a talk with me." Note the use of the word "with." What actually happens is that she talks at me for the best part of an hour, with me making little noises of compliance or whatever when she pauses for breath. None of it ever registers with me any more, I've heard it all before a thousand times.
This is the place where I can find some sort of solace from my parents. They don't even know that I do this blog, which is great because I can just say whatever the fuck I want about them here. Not that I would ever abuse that power / opportunity. Not until now, anyway.
