Let’s say you’re walking down a hallway with your best friend. The wonderful moment when you realize that a four-day weekend is upon you hits you. The both of you begin to get excited and barely notice the arrival of one of the members your circle of your friends. Now this girl isn’t the most well liked members, she can be selfish and bossy but you don’t want to exclude her because you’re nice bitches. You continue with the creation of your plans when you decide it would be a good idea to go see Beauty in the Beast 3D that had just been rereleased in theaters. The other girl voices that that would be awesome and it should totally happen. What do you do?
Now, me, I’m not the nicest bitch of the clan. I turned to her and told her straight to her face, “no, sorry but this is for me and my best friend. It’s a buddy date.” It was obvious that she was astonished by my rudeness because I’m usually so peachy keen and always inviting everyone everywhere. Not this time.
It takes a seriously confident person to invite themselves in on someone elses plan. I give people respect for that. It takes guts to stand up and say, “hey I know that you guys are making these plans for yourselves but I want to come. So I will.” It’s also rude. You don’t push yourself into other people’s lives, especially if it’s so blantly obvious that they don’t like you. I’m not saying that if your friends don’t invite you some where that they don’t like you. I’m saying that they are probably tired of having to hangout with the same people repeatedly and want to get some buddy time to themselves so they can vent about the annoying things that you do. Because let’s face it, we all do annoying things. Ask Erin. I can be loud, rude, impatient, and lazy. We all need to vent. We all need to take a break from each other. And sometimes people in your circle of friends are closer to each other so they take a break from you and your other friends with each other. They need some best friend time.
Another instance it’s rude to butt into plans is when it’s between a boyfriend anda girlfriend. Does this really have to even be said? However everyday I see my friends trying to make plans with their friends who have recently started dating and I’m just like: no. Just no.
We all need a break from each other. It’s natural. It doesn’t mean your friends hate you. It just means that they’re tired, annoyed, pissed off at, sick of you. But they still love you. You know unless you’re a raging bitch who doesn’t understand that “I need some advice” means that your friend needs your support not that you should go on about your problem as if you are more important. In which case, no one likes you.
My dad is teaching me how to use the stick shift because we just bought the car from my neighbors. It is the most stressful and annoying thing in my life. My dad keeps telling me how I am doing so much better than my sister who is a year younger than me. That is only because I have been driving a year and half longer than her and feel more comfortable in the car already.
When I sat down in the driver seat, my dad told me about the car. There were three pedals and one of them you had to push down before you switched gears. Three pedals! Say what? I am so used to my right foot doing all the work while my left foot just chills there and my dad is telling me I have to use both feet. Judge me all you want but I am a person who really does not like change. Whenever my dad tries to shove it down my throat, my first reaction is crying and becoming a drama queen.
When I started up the car the first thing I did on me was stall out. Stall out!? When does a car just stop working after you turn on the engine! This was starting to really starting to bug me. My dad told me what I did wrong and I started the car again. It made all these horrible noises as it started lurching forward. The whole time all I could thing about was that I was going to stall this out as long as I can so I don’t have to drive thing piece of crap to school.
As you kept going and speeding up, you had to change gears in order to go to the speed you wanted. I was so used to just hitting the gas and BAM! I was at the speed I wanted to be at. Now I had to do all this work just to go to thirty miles per hour. I was a person that followed that secret rule that you always go five above the speed limit unless you are in a neighborhood. All of this was not making me happy.
We kept driving throughout the neighborhood and I made a few stall outs but it was okay. After we finished, my dad told me that if I wanted to I could go out and practice myself. I just gave him a blank look. Everyone else out on the road minus like two people had automatic gears which means if I stalled out on the road I was going to be crushed by everyone. It would just not be safe! Maybe twenty years ago it would have been fine but nowadays when you have cars with built in GPS’ and phones, driving a stick shift on the roads would probably not be the safest thing. In addition, all the future cars today will be automatic so why should I have to learn how to use a stick shift? I need to stay up with today’s people rather than back in the old days.
After this experience all I can say is, I do not like stick shifts.
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