I caught a glimpse of a really cute car today and then I realized that's MY CAR!
I'm embarrassed by how much I like my car. I feel really silly and really American. My dad asked the other day if I've slept in it yet. No, I haven't gone that far, but I did dream about it last night. I dreamed a big white truck passed back too close and scraped the heck out of it.
This is ridiculous, I know. But I feel like a grown-up with this car. I also feel guilty when I stop at the corner with a panhandler. Before, I was like ... "Dude, look at this car. I don't have any money either." Now, I feel like the new car screams, "Look at me. I'm a new car. This chick has LOTS of money."
Who knew a new car could elicit such confusing emotions?