There are certain things that people are extremely passionate about that I have never gotten into myself. Whenever someone approaches me about them, I always have to pretend like I am really interested, while hiding that I know nothing about the topic.
One of these passions is cars. I have never caught the automobile bug. I don't want my car to look like a coal plant from the 1920's, rusted out and spewing smoke, but I don't care if it sounds like a lion or not when I turn it on.
Another one is fireworks. Watching firework displays is great. I've seen some fantastic shows. Buying fireworks is not so great. If I'm going to spend a few thousand dollars on something that only has a lifespan of seconds, I would much rather buy a used car and smash it with a hammer.
Some people go all out with fireworks. I thank them for the entertainment, but it was free for me and very costly for them. I would not give up new laptop kind of money so that I could be the one who holds the lighter.
I'm sure there are a lot of passions I have that others do not, but at least mine don't cost me countless paychecks. They just prevent me from having time to sleep.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
The Passion of the Chrysler
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I hate fireworks. They scare the birds. And I am not sleeping too bad, either. Better than I have in years. Maybe it's because this is such a small town, that the air is so fresh…
Well, I got to bed early to catch up on some sleep, and lo and behold-- some **** began to set off fireworks in the middle of the night! But still, I fell back asleep like a baby. :)
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