Been having a spate of bad luck lately. which is quite unfortunate considering how good my year has been to me so far. Work is still going good and my life prima facie, seems pretty good.

Last Saturday, i was in high spirits as i drove out early in the morning to do a spot of shopping, go to the gym and maybe a haircut. But five minutes from home and i realised the car was clumping along and i stopped in a small road to check my tyres. Buggeration. I had a flat. And because i'm really a dumb girl, i was absolutely clueless and called the one person i thought i could depend on. Yes. You should already know who i'm talking about and if you picked up the past tense then you already know where this is heading to.

So anyway, just my luck, getting a flat on a saturday morning. Bummer. At least i had a boyfriend i could depend on, or so i thought.

After frantically pleading for help on the phone, he gave me vague instructions to look in the boot for my spare tyre. I tried lifting up the carpeting but it didn't look like it would give and given i had no experience with cars whatsoever, i figured maybe this car didn't come with a spare.

After telling Mart that i didn't think i had a spare, i expected him to immediately offer to come down and help me out but surprise surprise, Mart told me to give NRMA (road side assistance) a call saying they'd fix me up easy. He actually helped me find the number for the NRMA...

how nice of him *dripping with sarcasm*

so i gave NRMA a call and found out the only thing they could do for me if i didn't have a spare, was to tow me to the nearest car workshop but for that, i had to pay a membership fee with them for about 240 bucks. So i figured it'd be better if my darling boyfriend went to the workshop, picked up a tyre and fixed my car up for me. $$ savings all around.

So i gave him a call again.

And this time, i was in for a bigger surprise. Not only did he not offer to come immediately to my rescue, he nonchalantly told me to get david to help me out. WHAT THE FUCK.

I was furious. Seething with anger would be quite an apt desciption in fact.

I secretly cursed myself for allowing myself to be dependent because of my ignorance. i quickly put down the phone with him and gave david a call to find out what were my options. fortunately, the car did have a spare and i decided i'd much rather pay 240 bucks to NRMA which i now consider to be the only friend i have in sydney when it comes to car break downs than to call the bum i call a boyfriend to help me out.

Whilst waiting for by NRMA buddy, who took an hour to come, mart called.

Mart: How's it going?

Me: *in most monotonous voice* fucked up. what do you expect

Mart: what did david say?

me: i found a spare tyre

mart: so what are you doing now?

Me: waiting for the NRMA guy to come

Mart: ok. how much to did you have to pay?

Me: 240 bucks

Mart: wow! didn't know that

I'm thinking: you fucking jerk. piss off

*silence ensues*

Mart: So how long will you have to wait

Me: *still in super sian voice* an hour

mart: oh ok

*silence again*

Mart: is there anything i can do to make you feel better?

Me: *snaps* you could have offered to come down

he comes up with whiny excuses that i've completely shut out

*silence*

if silence could kill, he would have been died many deaths

after prolonged silence and many deaths later, we awkwardly hung up the phone.

i tell myself that episode was an expensive lesson learnt that one should never ever depend on anyone else but i also started to wonder why the fuck was i in a relationship when i couldn't even depend on my boyfriend. I mean here i am, restricting my freedom to see more than one person when i can't even depend on the one person i'm seeing?? as if putting all my eggs in one basket isn't bad enough, i can't even take that basket with me!!!

after the tyre got fixed up, i drove angrily to the hairdresser and had a colour and a trim. after hours of being fussed over, i felt much better and even felt forgiving but the sms i saw on my phone immediately after only served to push my buttons further.

It read: i'm sorry i kinda contributed to your crummy day.

KINDA CONTRIBUTED??!!!!

he's the sole fucking reason.

MEN can be such imbeciles

i seethed and i seethed and i seethed some more

i felt like a boiling cauldron, on the verge of overflowing with rage.

and so i replied him, an hour later, when my anger had lessen and i didn't feel like a raving loony..

and the gist of it was something along the lines of.... in case you didn't realise, YOU're the only reason why i'm having a crummy day. getting a flat tyre is no biggie but you not coming to help me out was a real disappointment etc...

as expected, he called back quickly to apologise but by then it was too late and my anger took over and i couldn't help but rant at him for not being there for me et cetera.

In his defence, he said: i really love you but sometimes i make mistakes too...

and because i'm such a nice softy, i felt bad for making him feel bad and couldn't be angry at him anymore...

LIKE WAT THE FUCK??!!!

he should be skewered on a satay stick and roasted in the deepest regions of hell for making me feel helpless and paying 240 bucks just to get someone to put in a new wheel.

beatrice thinks that aussie men are like that. it's just not in their culture to take care of their girlfriends.

I'm still pissed when i think about it.

Like why the fuck do i have to put things into perspective for these blundering idiots and by blundering idiots i mean MEN

example:
I asked him: so would you help your mom out if she called you about her flat?

Him: no... cos she has an NRMA membership. She woulda called them

Me: *thinking what the fuck!!!* well... *impatience mounting* what if SHE DIDN"T???

Him: *sheepishly* err... i'd go help her out

Me: UH HUH....... *raging*

what is the problem with men. why can't they do the right thing sometimes?

even a week later, i still rage at the thought of this and a whole string of expletives come to mind.

chee byeeeeeeee