Why is it so painful to say goodbye to your car, even if it was a piece of shit?
Why is it so painful to say goodbye to your car, even if it was a piece of shit?
because people like us don't fully understand or trust human beings so when a machine is a reliable constant in our lives we develop a bond
I can't really put it into words after trying
But it feels the same as saying goodbye to a friend
So I guess to us cars are good friends that we love
Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched
And went our separate ways
If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched
And went our separate ways
Because it carries a lot of memories
going on dates
going to concerts
going on vacations
that one time you almost got killed
that scrape in the paint from when you were moving and thought you could fit that old wooden chair on the back seat
etc
Because you're a fucking pussy
Its called being autistic. I was always afraid getting rid of my first car would be hard emotionally, all the repairs, and shit i did, the fun times i had in it (like that time a hit a really fuckhuge speed bump going 25mph i destroyed my balljoint) The offroading i did, the sex i had in it. But when it came time to sell it, it wasn't very hard, maybe because the excitement of getting a newer and better car msde up for it?
Carrot head detected
how does it feel to not have a soul?
It may have been a piece of shit, but it was YOUR piece of shit.
>going on dates
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