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I can't seem to explain it, so here's my cop-out. Feeling: aggravated I have nothing to say for myself... and yet these have much to say for me:
My little bouncy Nissan is about to meet her maker. My parents want me to take my mom's old car, because it would be a decent price, and we would know everything that had ever happened with the car, so there would be no surprises. I tried to explain that, as a twenty-four-year-old woman who has never gone car shopping for herself, has never even been a part of the decision-making process surrounding her vehicle, I would like to choose a car that is my choice. It may wind up being my mother's car, because in the end it's the best deal and the best car, but honestly, I would like to decide on it because it's what I want, not what is easiest or what they have chosen as the best option for me. They didn't seem to understand. I really wonder what would make them understand. They also didn't get it when I said I wasn't entirely comfortable with my husband getting a cell phone on my parents' family plan, that I thought it better if we got our own plan. Well, I caved on that because it made economical sense and all that crap, and now we're sending phone bill payments to my parents, but honestly? I want to buy my own car. I want to shop for, research, bargain down, and finance my car. I want something that is really, really mine. It makes very little financial sense perhaps, but it makes a sort of emotional sense to me. I just want to be my own entity, in as many ways as possible, finally. You'd think that moving out of the house, supporting myself, and getting married would send that sort of message, right? Mrph. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |