
I got a flat tire while I was working GrubHub to make up the last $300 of my rent and $20 in, I took a turn a little too close, knicked the curb, and heard all the air leave my tire in 10 seconds, so now the car is stranded 12 miles away from my home, I'm $280 short on rent except now that I have to replace the tire I'm $780 short on rent and it's due tomorrow. Within 30 seconds of scheduling the appointment, my mom calls me twice in a row and leaves me a voicemail saying:
"Would really like to talk to you. It's uh 4:40 on Thursday afternoon. There's uh, Been some developments in our lives." As if me taking care of the car they bought me is some sort is imposition because I did it via my own agency. You have to understand that my parents are people who don't see their loved kids as humans but rather as accessories or extensions of their image. They can't handle not having total control