My car is filthy, but I like it that way
Not filthy in the way that I'm hoarding trash or dumping empty containers everywhere. I'm actually pretty good about tidying that part up. But going through my backseat today made me realize that I'm going to have a hard time selling this car when the time comes.
The seats and floors are covered with dirt, stains, and enough dog hair to stuff a pillow with. And though it might seem like the product of pure neglect, I actually like the story all that chaos tells.
That vehicle is just that, a vehicle. It's a means to get you to where you want to go, and I like going on adventures. That car has endured a half dozen road trips, two dogs, and more outdoor excursions than I can count. Sometimes we get dirt on our shoes or mud on our paws and there's not the benefit of taking a shower before heading home. A lot of the stains probably do come from trying to get cleaned up in a creek or river and dragging some moisture back with us. And possibly also the furballs drooling out the sides of their mouth as they huff and puff themselves down from their exhaustion.
Now that I'm losing weight and getting steadily closer to being in the shape I want to be in, the prospect of dating with a car that heavily used is a little concerning. I guess I could easily explain it away as being the side-effect of an adventurous spirit, but the fear I have of overly-picky women still has me on my toes.
I do go through with a vacuum every so often, but it just ends up getting dirty again given how many times I take my dogs out. Whatever future prospect I try to impress is going to have to accept the fact that dogs are messy creatures and I love my dogs. It doesn't seem like that big of a bridge to cross, but my mind likes sabotaging relationships and this is another hurdle to cross as I try to make a life for myself.
The seats and floors are covered with dirt, stains, and enough dog hair to stuff a pillow with. And though it might seem like the product of pure neglect, I actually like the story all that chaos tells.
That vehicle is just that, a vehicle. It's a means to get you to where you want to go, and I like going on adventures. That car has endured a half dozen road trips, two dogs, and more outdoor excursions than I can count. Sometimes we get dirt on our shoes or mud on our paws and there's not the benefit of taking a shower before heading home. A lot of the stains probably do come from trying to get cleaned up in a creek or river and dragging some moisture back with us. And possibly also the furballs drooling out the sides of their mouth as they huff and puff themselves down from their exhaustion.
Now that I'm losing weight and getting steadily closer to being in the shape I want to be in, the prospect of dating with a car that heavily used is a little concerning. I guess I could easily explain it away as being the side-effect of an adventurous spirit, but the fear I have of overly-picky women still has me on my toes.
I do go through with a vacuum every so often, but it just ends up getting dirty again given how many times I take my dogs out. Whatever future prospect I try to impress is going to have to accept the fact that dogs are messy creatures and I love my dogs. It doesn't seem like that big of a bridge to cross, but my mind likes sabotaging relationships and this is another hurdle to cross as I try to make a life for myself.
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