At some point early on I think I had developed something in terms of a vehicle complex of sorts. When I got my Corolla, I was quite pleased with myself. I mean, this was the first time I’d purchased a new vehicle. My reasons for buying that vehicle came down to reliability and the comfort factor (due to lengthy commutes): both of which the Corolla has a reputation for. I ended up getting the sport trim because it reminded me of my old Sunfire. As I read on about the Corolla though, I kept on reading reviews about it being rather boring. As much as I didn’t want those views to creep into my head, some of them did. Often when I’d talk about my vehicle I’d turn into an apologist of sorts. Crazy, isn’t it? Well, now that I’m nearing 5000 kilometres on my vehicle, I think my mind is totally at ease about my decision.
(God, it better be at this point.)
Seriously. As time has passed, I’ve gotten to know the car, and now I really don’t mind it at all. Previously I complained about the car being sluggish. Hmm…if it is, I don’t notice it at all anymore. Perhaps the car has gotten used to my driving style, or maybe I’ve adjusted my habits to the car’s abilities. Either way, its acceleration is completely fine; I honestly don’t know what I was complaining about before.
As far as looks go, the sport trim makes it look nice. When people would ask about my car, I used to say that it indeed looks great, but would qualify it with “but it’s a Corolla.” After a couple of months though, I don’t feel the need to add the qualification any more. Just the other night, one of my running buddies commented on how it looks reeeeeeally nice. I was about to blurt out “it’s a Corolla!” I suppressed the urge and just accepted the compliment. Why do I need to be apologetic? Good is good, right?
Anyway, I guess I just need to declare it: no more car angst! No kidding. I can do without useless mental clutter.
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