Our younger son just bought a classic car - a red corvair. It's pretty cute, and so roomy inside. It's reconditioned and repainted and looks like new. My brother likes classics as well, and my husband had an old MG for many years. It's a guy thing generally, though I have one friend and also my Buddhist teacher whose eyes sparkle just talking about those kinds of cars. Me, I've always been in the tank mentality - something to keep me from being crushed. I drive a Volvo. So I never have a snazzy car or even color of car, but I believe I do the same thing with shoes. Show me a gaudy pair of shoes and desire overwhelms me. Yes, I have plain old black shoes, but I also have greens, aquas, and reds. I have hibiscus Danskos and moss green sandals. And they perk me right up when it's a gray day or I have a doctor's appointment or I want to celebrate.
So I understand the power of not being sensible. It's an absolute necessity at times. We all need to strutt our stuff and jump for joy and get down and boogie. Goofiness is essential in this world.
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