I've had this car for a long time. It's a beautiful car that may not be big on features, but suited me well and was dependable as one could ever ask for.
I got used to it. Comfortable in it. Accustomed to the fact that it was always there. As the years went on, I started to think I wanted more.
I saw another car. Learned all about it. Fell in love with it. I got to see it a few times, but never drove it. I had dreams about it. Fantasies. Thought about things I had no business thinking about when I already had a great car. As time went by, I started to lose sight of how great the car I already had was. I started to see all the things about it that were not like the new car as flaws. The new car was a perfect for me, but the old one was still very good. I went to a dealer and tried to make a trade. I had to wait for the new one to come in, and lose the old one now. In a rash move, I accepted the deal. I found myself with no car, and a harsh future to get the new one. I didn't even make it a day before I felt the pain of it. Maybe I'd jest become too used to the comfort of my old one. Perhaps I really had made a mistake. The next day, I pleaded with the dealer to reverse my offer, and under a significant loss to myself, he accepted. I have my old car back, and I'm happy with it again, but I still think of the old car. I can't see it anymore. I can't learn about it anymore, but I still think about it. Endlessly. It is a beautiful car, and I really hope it gets an owner that will appreciate it for what it is.
I'm a pig.
Ken
