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Car Paranoia
Every two weeks, I’ll check on my car by going to various auto places, making sure everything I can think of is in solid condition. From the oil, the tires, the braking fluids, and the battery just to help me sleep at night — knowing that I won't have any worries with my ride.
However, every once in a while, my past car trauma will come out of nowhere — and have me believing that a tire will die out in the middle of my travels — causing me to drive the car — on a busted tire into the continuous white lane. Then, my mind races wondering what to do next.
Or, having my car just cut off — while I wait for a light to turn green on a road — with a lot of traffic behind me.
I don’t like to think like this, but, both scenarios have happened to me in the past with my first car. I missed my 2001 car, it got me around for a while after years of taking the bus/uber or walking to my destinations. I used to carry six bags of groceries in my hand and the rest would be in my big backpack.
I would drive that car with pride knowing that it was mine until I couldn’t keep it any longer. I was sad when I gave it away, and I never thought I would feel that way about a car almost like it was a real person.
This makes having my recent car even amazing to me, I thought I wouldn’t have a car like the one I have now until I was in my 50s. It’s a…
