Liar, Liar

I’m not a confrontational person. I hate confrontation, loathe it entirely. I spent my entire childhood and most of my teenage years taking garbage from people when I should have spoken up for myself. But in the last few years, I’ve grown a bit of a spine. I still hate confrontations but I can stand up for myself.

At least, I thought I could.

This afternoon, Mum and I went to the supermarket. After we finished, I took the trolley back to the car to unload and Mum went upstairs to the bathroom. The car was parked down the street, with no one parked behind my mother’s car. I unpacked the trolley and then got into the passenger seat, and got my phone out and started to play with it.

And then the car was jolted.

It’s hard to say how quickly my mind went from, “what?!” to “OMFG, someone hit the car!” And I honestly can’t remember if I looked in the side mirror or turned around, but I saw the older lady pulling in behind us. I put down my phone and got out of the car, hoping to god that Mum was on her way back, and was about sixty metres away, and I waved her over, but the older lady – who will be known as the harpy – was trying to get away as fast as she could.

Mum had no idea what had happened, so I sucked up my courage and said, “Excuse me, did you just hit my mother’s car?” Only, it wasn’t really a question. I was shocked and feeling sick at the idea she’d damaged my mother’s car – we’re about to trade it in.

And she denied it! Not only did she deny it, she was very defensive and aggressive, so much so that it was obvious that she was lying. She was just so nasty and unpleasant. So as she walked away, I took a photo of her number plate, which brought her back. And she got stuck into me again, starting by telling me she didn’t like me taking photos of her car without her there but she couldn’t stop me (nope!) and kept insisting that she hadn’t hit  Mum’s car and that the chipped paint was clearly from, “lifting groceries out of the car”. Nope, that’s where your number plate hit my mother’s car, you old crank

The worst part is that she made me feel like the one in the wrong, and made me second guess myself afterward. .

The thing is, the damage is irritating but negligible. It was the nastiness and the lying that pissed me off and turned this into an incident. I mean, don’t deny what you did, lady. I saw you, I felt the car move and I know you thought that the car was empty, and that it was a nasty shock to find out there was a witness. But all you had to do was apologise. Honestly, a genuine apology would have been all we needed, because this sort of incident has happened to us before. And honestly? I think an insurance company would laugh themselves hoarse if we made a claim on the ‘damage’.

The thing is, this nastiness and aggression is just  typical of so many people in my town. Anything to get away with something. It makes me really angry, because if we’d bumped the Harpy’s car, you know she would have verbally abused and threatened us until she got bored. There’s no way she would have taken it as calmly as we did.

Argh, just thinking about it makes me angry again! At least I can say I actually called her on her actions and it went as well as confronting a cranky, snobby old harpy like her could go. And I’m a firm believer of karma; what goes around comes around.

Saturday 9: Somebody That I Used to Know

Saturday 9: Somebody That I Used to Know

1. How do you feel when you realize that an impasse will cause a relationship (any type) to end?
Frustrated that it has come to that, second-guessing myself to see if I’m the one at fault or could have said or done something different, and then resigned.   :ohwell:

2. You’re planning a trip that would be an eight-hour car ride, a four-hour train ride, or a two-hour plane ride. With money and time being no object, which would you most likely choose and why?
Plane, easy. Trains aren’t always clean plus I have trouble sitting still for a two-hour train ride, let alone four. And my father murdered any fun that comes with a road trip when I was a kid. I still have nightmares!

3. What is your ideal past time on a lazy summers day?
A really good new book, a day bed in the sun and maybe a really, really cold glass of mango-passionfruit juice.

4. Name a CD you own that no one else on your friends list does.
I’ve got the Prisoner of Love song from Japanese drama Last Friends. Oh! I have all the albums that Hilary Duff ever released. 

It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Winter

It seemed like spring was going to go on forever just over a week ago – I was wearing thongs and a tank top, it was sunny and lovely, and we could still have breakfast on the balcony (that sounds much fancier than it really is XD). But now, my beloved pink Ugg boots are out, and have been joined by bed socks, long pj bottoms, leggings and knit skirts. I’m hoping to add a few new winter skirts and some long sleeved tops to my winter wardrobe.

It’s just gotten so cold so fast. For the first time ever, I’ve been the first one to ask Mum to light the pilot light on the heater (don’t ask me, I have no idea how the darn thing works) and I broke out the hot chocolate mix a week or so ago for the year.  :oops:

What is totally bugging me is how bad most of the winter clothing I’ve found in stores is over-priced, ugly or both. And because the seasons are opposite overseas, it’s super difficult finding things to order online. Last year, I tried layering my clothing – summer skirts and tank tops with leggings and cardigans looked okay but wasn’t quite as warm as I hoped – and last winter was rather mild. This winter is already freezing, and it is only April! (Well, practically May. Only eight more hours  XD).

And with winter comes lots of not so fun things – getting up at ridiculous and icy hours for the gym (well, 7am certainly feels ridiculous to me -_-*), I start university again (two classes I am not looking forward to, honestly :cranky: I’ve failed one class twice because I was so ill. The lecturer never replied to me to when I tried to contact her about my health. The other just has dreadful assignments) and the entire yard spends three months going between soggy and potential rice paddy – not to mention the rain that makes the pool overflow.

Now I think about it, winter doesn’t sound particularly fun at all. I think I might go give my bar heater a scrub and get her ready for tonight  :dead: