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A slight soreness in the heart region"I can't understand why you're keeping that car. You can certainly afford to get yourself a better one to drive around in." I didn't realize at first that the statement was meant for me, but when I looked around there was only me and him in there, and unless the horses had taken up driving, the chap was addressing me. I straightened up and took a long look at my car. It's 19 years old, it starts when I want it to, takes me as far as I want to go, has heating in the seats, a bit of rust around the bottom, lots of little scratches and dents all over, and only stop when I say so. It's grey, and dirtier on the inside than on the outside. I can pull fencing out of the grass with it, drive up steep, snow covered hills without any problems, and even push heavy hay bales or pull other cars out of ditches if need be. "Well, it's in perfect working order..." I said. The truth is, it suits me fine. Mainly because it works and it's what I need. Which of course my conversation partner couldn't understand, and proceeded to tell me so in no uncertain terms. I felt a bit confused, but managed to understand the main message of his monologue: My car's a disgrace and I should be ashamed to drive in it. Now, why should I bother listening to him, and even feel bad about what he said? Probably because I've heard other verses of the same song for most of my life. About my clothes, my chosen studies, curtains, carpets, furniture and husband. They just aren't good enough. "For whom?" I ask. Well, for me, of course! That's when they loose me. As long as I'm perfectly content with what I have, and what I have works just fine, how can it not be "good enough"? I refuse to change my curtains and carpets because the style is indefinable. I selected them for just that purpose, because I want them to last for longer than one season. I am not throwing the coffee table out because it has some scratches, and I'm definately not changing the sofa just because it was bought back in 1995. It's dark leather and I can't see any signs of wear on it so far. I know people who love interior decorating, and others who have a passion for fashion, but I'd never stand myself on a pedestal and start deriding them for their life styles. I can see the pleasure they get from adding the perfect detail or the lovely accessories, and I am pleased for them. So why can't they be pleased for me when they can see I'm happy? Is it because they think I'm not? Or is it because they can't understand that I choose to spend my money on the children, the horses and the garden instead of getting myself a lot of stuff that I neither want nor need? I feel that the peacock mentality rules around here, but I don't want to be part of it. When I buy, I want to buy solid, timeless and lasting. With all the money everybody else is spending, the economy won't suffer because I won't participate. Thank you very much for letting me vent some steam. I feel better already. This blog entry has been viewed 785 times
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I totally agree Droopy. I think the reason people say such things stems out of an insecurity. If a person is happy with, for instance their car, why else would they ever have to ask that question? How could it possibly help them, it's certainly not helping you is it.
They aren't happy so sometimes they consider it their mission in life to make sure other's are not as happy as they think they are.
Droopy ignore people like this - I do. I get comments all the time about the type of car we have, our old cottage, the length of my hair, my clothes etc etc. Who cares? Not me. I love my life, family and all the things that make me ME. Stay exactly the way you are and don't even think of getting rid of that faithful old car of yours or anything else for that matter.
Can't fathom why anyone would think it was their place to tell you to change like that. Must be their own insecurity talking? Around here, lots of folks bought fancy houses and cars for the sake of the neighbors. The economy has turned and they are defaulting on them right and left. No thanks!
droopy, to heck with em' all is what i say. well okay a little stronger than that. if its something that fits your needs, thats all that matters,,
Ignore them and keep on doing your way I do.Its know ones business what you drive,what you wear,what style you dress in and have as furniture.I'm one that wold tell someone to tend to there own business and I would tend to mine.
Thank you for your support, all of you. People are talking about standards of living, but why does that always apply to what stuff you own? What about the inner standards of living? People lie, steal and avoid taxes. I would never do that. I prefer to learn new things instead of buying new things. My way of thinking is probably so alien they're regarding me as a threat.
Gosh Droopy I think all Stewbies are somewhat like you. I am also like that. I have two vehicles. One to drive my family in and another for fun stuff like gardening and that one used to be my vehicle that I used when working in formal employment. YOu should have seen and heard the comments I had to put up with. (It did not bother me a bit) You see that specific vehicle is a pickup that dates from 1884 (that was when I bought it) it has two non-matching colors, 4x4 abilities with diff lock and the whole lot, not the new fancy stuff, but an engine that has never let me down which is more than I can say for that car which is also about 15 years old.
Thank you Palm Tree. I should probably mention that my husband's car is fairly good-looking, but not new either.
How lovely that you are content. Here it is a Nation of conspicuous consumerism and contentment still seems in short supply. Too bad you can't bottle it and sell it..
If I could, would anybody buy it, I wonder?
I totally agree with you Droopy. My car is 20 years old and runs just fine thank you very much!
I feel we're the lucky ones, Netty. Life is less complicated when you're content.
My mother always taught me that if you 'couldn't say something nice, not to say anything at all'.
It's a late entry, but still an entry in support of you.
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