The Misinterpretation of Dreams

So I took the plunge and got the new car. So much stress I tell ya!
She’s really pretty, white and goes really well. The only problem that I have with her is that I’m going at 160km/hr before I realise it. I used to get enough speeding fines with my old car, so I have to be extra careful now with my faster new car! Anyway, the one thing she does have is cruise control, so I go to about 130km/hr and switch to cruise control and take my foot off the accelerator.

The biggest stress is the amount of money that a new car costs. I just feel it’s a total waste to spend so much money on something that depreciates from the moment it leaves the showroom. And at the end of the day I know that the car salesman is coming out tops in the deal, not me! There are plenty of excuses I have to console myself about this:

1. My old car was starting to be somewhat unsafe to drive. I do a lot of driving on my own. It’s not safe for a woman to be stranded on the side of the road in the dark in South Africa, etc…. A bit lame, the stranded woman line, but hey, this is South Africa after all.
2. I was paying to fix my old car every month, so I might as well pay an installment on a new car.
3. I drove an old car for more than 3 years, while most of my peers bought brand new cars straight out of university. I deserve a new car and it’s about time I bought one.