I’m in one of those moods. I want to be alone, not seen. I’m shy. I’m stressed. I think when I get stressed, and the Prozac wears off, I get this one.
But I’ve wanted to do a whole post about cars, cars I would like to have. This, the 1996-1999 Mercedes-Benz E320 Wagon. One of the things I really like about this car, in this moment, I think, is the tinted windows. I mean I also like the body style. It’s big, but I normally don’t like big.
But I imagine it to be safe. And secure. And with the dark windows I feel more secure. Private. Alone.
I feel secure, like nobody could get to me.
And while it is not new, I do feel like it says something about the person driving it. It says they have class. Money. They like the finer things in life. And since I do have an inferiority complex it would be nice to have something like this. That is a subject I should write more about. And unpack with a therapist.
And I get that nice cozy safe feeling when I look at this picture, too. And I’ve got to say how much I love the scene in which it sits. It’s the cozy weekend getaway house in the country. Or the house you escape to when you need a time-out from the crazy of life. When you just need to get away.
I’m always wanting to get away. To escape.
And in this color it looks so regal and classy. But it still needs the tint to be perfect.
And I love this picture. This is the life I want. The life I’m dreaming for. For me and my boyfriend, who will eventually be my husband, to go bring home our real Christmas tree. Wearing complimentary outfits that are hip and trendy.
This is the interior of the 2002, the pictures above are the 97-99 models. The next generation, the 2002, looks much so softer and nicer on the inside. And let’s face it, that’s a very big deal. I mean that is where we spend most of our time. Not looking at it from the outside. I like a nice interior. This is nice. I really like the steering wheel. I’m strange.
There are other cars I like to. Some of them I think I like better than the Mercedes.
For some reason these BMWs pop into mind. They seem more sporty than the Mercedes. And this particular body style of BMW,the 1999 528i, is one that I really like. I even like it in sedan.
I love blue. This one be nice to have on the days I don’t mind being seen.
And I love the idea about having the car kept in the house. I know, I’m strange.
But then I keep coming back to this: the Volvo. I just think I like them better, and I think they would be a better, safer car.
It was what I was brought home from the hospital in. The first car I rode in. A 1970-something blue wagon. I just love a Volvo. And it says “writer” to me.
I think I would like a mid 90s model wagon. But this white one is a 1990ish. Huge. And nothing says writer more than this. It’s an old car and you cannot judge my by the same standards as everyone else. I’m a writer. And artist. And I walk to the beat of a different drum. I don’t live in the same world as you.