Fun with metaphors

I love cars. I mean I really adore cars. A Murciélago drives past me and my jaw drops, my brain turns to mush and I cannot help but stare. I would like to own a car myself one day. A day I can hardly wait for.

But for now I'm denying myself that. Reason being I'm not ready. I mean, I'm one of those nuts who believe for the maximum driving experience, a car should be an extension of oneself, driver and car should form a symbiotic relationship of sorts. My dream car is the GT-R R34, but I know just because I like its performance and looks doesn't mean its the one for me.

Another reason why: I'm damn near broke. And cash isn't exactly falling out from the sky. Rather holes are appearing every which way I go, sucking my already depleted reserves into oblivion. I won't be able to upkeep a car, with the price of gas rising every day and servicing costs and crap like that.

Final and main reason. I'm already getting my ass outta here. Few more months, a year, tops. Why would I want to get a car now? I won't be able to bring the car along with me when I leave. I'm gonna study, and my parents are investing a motherload of money in my education. Last thing I will want is to be distracted by how my car is doing, whether there's grubby fingerprints all over the paintjob blah blah blah.

It's very cryptic, I know, but those who are meant to get it, will. The rest of you, keep guessing.

posted by CompulsiveShopper @ 9:05 AM