have to keep reminding myself that a car payment isn’t going to kill me.
It’s the economy that will kill me. I mean, maybe it wasn’t such a grand idea to buy a porsche at the tale end of 2011. But I wanted to feel like I had some control over the uncontrollable. The world is rumored to end. Iran will have nuclear weapons, the Euro will tank, Canada and Mexico will ignore the euro tanked and will want to share currency, someone will get elected to white house and it might change everything or nothing…someday soon radioactive waste from Japan will show up on my beach, and then you know there is always the earthquake… It did seem like the worst time in the world to buy a porsche. But, isn’t it this kind of irrational thinking what makes us american? Yes, I can afford it. Today I can afford it. But tomorrow, who knows what we’ll be able to afford tomorrow. Will there be a tomorrow? Is this car my commitment to a better tomorrow? Then why am I so fearful?
So, I get in my Porsche and try and move past fear…no, it doesn’t really work. I need a porsche to drive my soul around and obviously spiritual sides don’t need things. Or do they? Can we pretend they do? Can I pretend when things get too much, when the deadlines change for no reason, when irrational people ask me to deliver irrational things, when people say this is happening because its all my fault, can’t I pretend, that thing deep within me that is the keeper of the light…can’t I put that light in a spiritual porsche boxster where the mirrors adjust in reverse and bose stereo blocks out the noise. Can’t I?
You bet I can. Zoom zoom world.
