My dad is always tampering with my things. He thinks I’m reckless, and that I purposely put myself in bad situations. He’s not wrong, but the situations are never as bad as he says they are. In fact, he needs to take a chill pill and stop being such an overprotective parent. I’ve got three older siblings and I know way more than the average eighteen-year-old because of it.
I bought a really cheap wagon off a dodgy online store about a month ago. I’ve spent more money on a night out than I spent on this car, which just makes it even funnier. My friends call it the ‘Wagon’ which I love, and when the car makes a noise that would make the average person nervous, I do whatever I can to make the noise even worse. It’s just fun. Life is too short to spend it worrying about things or for me to take the Wagon to get car repairs. In the Brighton area, people just take things too seriously. They need to relax. Life is going to happen and everyone dies, so I may as well have fun whilst I can.
My idea of fun is not spending hours at the mechanic’s workshop waiting for them to repair my car that low key doesn’t really need fixing. Maybe I’m old fashioned, but I believe in the saying “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
I have a feeling that my dad is going to try and take my car in for a service whilst I’m not looking. He has always tried to control my life, which I’ve obviously always hated, but he keeps doing it even though I’ve asked him to stop. I bet you when I get home from a weekend bender sometime soon, my car will have been visited by an expert mobile mechanic in Brighton and my dad will have wasted his time.
It’s not that I’m against getting my car serviced, I just don’t want to waste my precious time doing stuff I don’t want to do. It’s as simple as that.