The Deathly Hallows

So today I was sitting minding my own business preparing to leave for the day,

 when my granddad rings me. Normally, he never wants to talk privately so I 

wondered what I was up. ‚Was there something wrong with his eye surgery?‘ 

‚Is my nan dying?‘ In a panic I went to talk with him, only to find out it was

morbid bullshit of a whole other level. 

He sat on the edge of his bed, looks at me and says, „Do you have life 

insurance?“ What the fuck? „Um, no.“ „Well, you should get it, going

abroad like you are.“ I informed him that I already had gotten insurance

so that I was protected no matter what happened…but he still persisted.

„Well, I’m not going to bury you.“ Like I give a fuck. When I’m dead donate

me to science, toss me into the sea, feed me to the wolves. I really don’t care.

What the everlasting fuck prompted this? I’d just been to the doctor’s yesterday

and was informed that I am in perfect health, except for my bipolar, anxiety 

and borderline personality-all of which are under control with therapy and medication,

so I don’t know where this came from. He proceeds to tell me, „You could die at amy 

moment! You could have a stroke or a heart attack.“ Um, I’m going to be 25 in 3 days

time not fucking 125. Jesus. „Well, I was given a clean bill of health and I have the 

travel insurance for tour should I become ill or anything. I’ll just be gone 20 days.“ 

He proceeded to rag on me until I finally just went and bought a policy. Now he

will leave me the fuck alone. I submitted my details and all this. I have do get the

okay from the company and make the monthly payments. Why do they have to make it so 

goddamn hard anyway? After reading mountains of paperwork and little details,

one was selected. I really just ended up doing a random selection based on the details that I put in.

All of them were more or less the same plan, just a different company name on it. I hope they get back to me so I don’t have to be nagged at anymore.

Actually, I just told it was so he’d fuck up and go away. It should be done by tomorrow anyway.

I’m not that bothered either way.

Seriously, I have no idea why it's this important. Does he know something I don’t? Or is he going

to try and whack me for some kind of pay off? I sure as hell didn’t make him

any sort of beneficiary. Jesus Christ. What is this world coming to? Now I’m 

rather paranoid over this whole deal. I don’t know what to think. I’ve got my travel insurance

what more do I really need for right now?? My nan didn't seem to think it was really of any need and told me to just ignore him because he was being a twat. 

To be perfectly honest, the whole thing was rather upsetting. 

This just coming out of the blue and his hounding me repeatedly all day over it. 

„Did you get that done?“ What fucking matter is it to him anyway?  This whole

thing has made me feel like complete shit all day. 

Anyway, on Saturday I depart off to Budapest! I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve 

never been here before! I’ll be updating throughout tour here and on my Facebook, 

Twitter and Instagram! All the links are on a previous post!