Fuck Off

I should have known it was too good to last - no prizes for guessing what happened. 

We were on our way to a famous bridge, and got lost because the GPS brought us to the bridge's museum instead of the bridge itself. I told dad to go the toilet first while I tried to get directions to the bridge itself, and the lady at the counter misdirected me to another bridge instead, telling me that the bridge would be opened and closed at intervals to allow for ships to pass. 

So I went to tell him, and surprise surprise, he didn't believe that the bridge would close in 20 minutes and kept telling me that I was wrong, how could the bridge close like that so early and so on and so forth. The stupidity of the questions irked me to a point where I just told him that I obviously didn't know WHY the bridge was like that because that was all the lady told me (bear in mind that my Japanese really isn't fantastic) and we could always just go and see for ourselves. 

He said I sounded stuck-up when talking to him. 

And then afterwards when I found out that the lady had thought I was talking about another bridge? "Yeah, you're right. Probably."

Go deepthroat a cactus, you dick. 

What pisses me off so greatly is how much he doesn't trust me to do the small things, like read the GPS and direct him (turn right here, go left there). I'm not perfect at it, but I'm fucking trying. I'm trying to read as many signs as I can to find out where to go, and he can't even trust me to get it right. Even when it's clear that the only people we can rely on during this trip is each other, he still refuses to even think for a second that I'm capable of taking care of myself (and god forbid maybe even others).

And what exactly is wrong with admitting that he just might be wrong? Is his ego so big that he thinks he's the only one who can ever be right? Or does he just think that I'm always wrong?

This trip was supposed to be about trust. What a waste of a trip, then... And I hate to have to say this, but he's really making me start to hate Japan. The one country besides my own that I really love, and he's making me start to hate it. 

And now he says that he'll be taking over all the maps and directions because apparently he left it to me and I failed to do my job right. Excuse me, I took down ALL the notes, asked for ALL the directions and gave them ALL TO HIM. And he never listened - how is it my fault that I took all the directions and he never listened and that's why we missed the place completely? How is it MY FAULT? It's so unfair - my hands are shaking and I'm so angry.

I tried so hard to be like mum on this trip for HIM. And he never gave two fucks. He says I talk arrogantly - I've been talking as nicely as I possibly can and been as patient as I possibly can, just because I don't want this trip to be a wasted effort. 

Fuck all that. Fuck him. With a saguaro cactus. 


Location: Kugamachi Kugamachi

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