You Are Not Your Car

So in Boulder (which is a great place to live, don't get me wrong) it would seem that a really huge percentage of the populace is obsessed with their freaking cars. It's like if you don't have a silver A4, you're not even in the damn game. Believe me, I actually can appreciate a really nice car- BMW has taken the beauty of the car to absolutely unbelievable levels. I'd love to have a new truck, a WRX STI, Mateo's new RS4, or the Subie Legacy Sedan which is pretty cool, too.

These are cars- these are not me

(this is a truck, not me)

But listen to me now and believe me later: YOU ARE NOT YOUR CAR! Really. If you think that somehow driving a nicer car is going to make you a better or nicer or more desirable person, you are wrong, and so are the others that perpetuate this fucking myth. If you think a nicer car is your passport to happiness, you're gonna wake up one day and realize that you went down the wrong road. If you think that your badass car gives you the right to drive like an ass because "everyone's in your way", you're a dick, plain & simple, and I hope you don't cause some shitty accident and kill yourself or innocent people just trying to get on with their lives.