You know those days when the weather is so warm but cloudy, that the hot air almost feels like it’s pushing down on you? It simultaneously feels like a warm blanket making me want to sleep for the rest of my life and making me feel too hot to function. It’s a weird feeling and it’s definitely not one that makes me want to be particularly productive.
I’m supposed to be taking my BMW to the European car mechanic located near Frankston in a couple of hours, but I really just want to cancel and stay in bed all day. Would that be such a bad thing? Does my car really need a service every year? Surely I can just skip this year and push it back to next year. That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
The only thing stopping me from cancelling the appointment right this moment is the fact that I promised my dad that I’d look after the car if he bought it for me. He told me that not many eighteen-year-olds get gifted a BMW for their birthday and that if I did, I would have to promise to care for it as if I had spent tens of thousands of dollars on it myself. I still want to cancel the appointment though…
Okay, I’m going to the appointment. I had a little rant to my friend about how much I can’t be bothered to take my car to the mechanic, and he told me I was being a baby. He said that his thirty-year-old car barely even works and that he needs to get a roadworthy certificate issued in Frankston before he can drive his car again. I was gobsmacked. My friend made me feel like such a spoiled kid, which I’m not. My parents just come from money and the weather is really tiring me out.