Sports car = Life metaphor.
BF and I test drove a sportscar today. For various reasons, I've never owned a car before, and never really had the impulse (or need tbh) to drive. I've decided it's beyond time to finally get my own car and start "adulting".
BF was almost joyous driving this car. On the way home he talked about the first car he bought that was only for himself, and customized for him. He said something that's currently throwing me for a loop. He said I'm in the enviable position of being able to do whatever I want.
See, I think I'm irresponsible in general. The best thing I did for myself was six years ago when I got the job that's allowed me to be financially independent. I never wanted children of my own, (and most likely can't have any), and the guilt I feel sometimes about that determines how I act and react to my BF's kids.
My sister says she understands how he feels, because she's felt the same way. I remember the first time I saw her gorgeous house, with fancy coffee makers and NEW washer/dryer and I was blown away. I spent 10 years after graduating working in a unique and fun industry, but I was poor AF.
I want to get this car. It's unique, and it's affordable. But I feel guilty, and I'm torn. I don't NEED it, but I love it. And it's an irresponsible 2 seater, and it reminds me of me.
Lol just trying to convince myself to get it when everyone around me thinks it's too fancy, get a hatchback.