This morning, like every other morning, I debated whether to wake up for either work or uni. Waking up is the hardest part of my day; I'm still sleepy after I get dressed, and it's only when I'm on my way to the train station that I fully wake up. My mum drives me to the station every morning, and let's just say she is not the best driver in the world.
When you're sitting in the car with my mother, you have to be focused because it's vital to scream out, "Mum, watch out! There's a car next to us!" when she blindly changes lanes. It's also important to be aware of your surroundings, especially when you turn to look outside and find your car almost being squashed by a big truck. Don't be alarmed if you notice that your car is driving too close to the edge of the road - 1cm from the curb and about to hit that cute innocent little boy on his bicycle. Resist the urge to strangle yourself with the seatbelt (even if it seems like a more appealing fate) because, somehow, the mother figure has everything under control. 😬
Being stuck in this death seat every morning has taught me to be wide awake as my life hangs in the balance. My mum has her Gold license, mind you, but like most older Asian women, she can't drive for peanuts. I dare not speak to her while she's driving, as it would distract her from the road and kill us both. I listen to her talk, though; she sees this as an opportunity to bond. Maybe it's because it feels like we're both in our deathbeds, so it's a good time to discuss life (and sometimes love). I always just nod and say, "Uh-huh," because unlike my sister, I don't talk to my mum about my "problems."
My mum always says to me, "Don't be angry at people; you're the only one who will suffer because they don't know or care that you're angry at them. They will go on living their life happily while you struggle emotionally." Mother is not wrong there. So yes, let's not be angry and let's just all be friends. Group hug, everyone!