The Lamborghini Murcielago. My dream car, but virtually the price of a house on wheels here. The scissor doors are too freaking awesome though. Damn you Italians, why are you all so damn stylish.One of the greatest problems with being an adult sometimes is, your parents haven't figured out yet how to let go, but you know that you need that independence if you are to grow into your own person.
I mean, its nice and all that Mom and Dad are always there to provide support and stuff in familiar ways like cooking dinner and giving me lifts and such, and when I tell my friends that I have dinner at home for me after classes sometimes people tell me how lucky I am.
Then I also tell them that my mom made muffins for my breakfast tomorrow, totally untrue, but I do that just to see the expression on their faces. One of the best things about life is partaking in glee at the expense of others. It feels so damn good you could almost break out in song.
But it really sucks when I've had my driving license for four whole years and my mom still won't let me drive the car unsupervised. The one thing worse than having a license and not driving it is having a license and having your mom or dad next to you in the passenger seat telling you how to drive. I swear it causes road accidents, because you are so distracted and bothered from the incessant nagging that you feel like crashing the car into the sidewalk just so that it ends.
I don't mean to sound like an upstart but I do know how to drive. I know that for sure, because I have driven unsupervised, many times. The first time I did it I actually had to "abduct" the car key and drive the car out myself without permission, and make it back half an hour later unscathed just to show my parents that "HEY, your son CAN drive. He can also park, change lanes, and do that drifting thing." Okay, the last is an exaggeration, but I can drift in Need for Speed on my Playstation. The point is, it is an auto car. Driving it as about as easy as operating a bumper car, only that you don't want to bump anybody.
I find it incredible that my parents let me board on campus for a year in secondary school, go through two years of NS, through another six months of exchange, and now they won't let me drive a freaking car although in the eyes of the law, I am perfectly qualified to do it.
I have the magic bluish green plastic card that states that I can operate heavy machinery, and I'm not on cough syrup. You don't get to say "I told you so, until I give you a reason to. There is no such thing as pre-empting I told you so and hence not letting me do something just so that you don't have to say I told you so."
Damn, that is one hell of a rant. I'm on fire.
I happen to belong to the school of people who believe that you learn best from your mistakes. I mean, I am fully aware that if I crash my car I might die, but I am very unlikely to be driving the car at 150km/h around a sharp turn, and most times I don't drive faster than 70km/h anyway. And if I don't get the chance to drive, I can't get better.
And if you don't drive for too long, you start to get scared of the roads, and that makes your license worthless. I also happen to believe that if you're destined to die, nothing you do, including driving your car safely, will stop that from happening. Yeah, I'm a fan of the Final Destination movies. Damn, what gave that away?
My parents then "show hand" by saying - "next time when you are a parent you will understand."
My retort: If you don't let me learn how to drive a car properly, I'm never going to be one. Not knowing how to drive is car is like how loser.
The last thing I want is to be like Wolowitz from Big Bang Theory, who is almost 30, lives with his mom and has an ersatz homosexual relationship with his best friend Raj. If that ever happens to me, please put me in a car and drive me round a bend at 150km/h.