Poor dear. I have mild agoraphobia, so when I psyche myself up to actually Go Out, it's a slightly big deal. I don't go often. So it would seem a minor thing to have someone else use my car, since I'm not using it, most of the time.
So then why do I feel so bereft when I hear the car pull out of the driveway? When I look out at the empty spot, why do I feel a little twinge of anxiety at being "stranded"? I have a lot of sympathy for you, looking out at that empty spot.
Not only that, but one's car becomes an entity, or an extension of one's self-definition, or both. To have it rudely taken away with no say in the matter is to shake that self-definition, and also to remove an entity one has come to depend on being there.
When my 10 year old car became too hard for me to park (stiff steering, no power assist) and I had to trade it in, I went thru a couple of years of resentment towards the new car. Still have a touch of it. The old car was a Honda Civic Station wagon. They don't make them anymore. Wonderful car. If you see one, grab it. I believe it was a 1988 or 1989. Probably a 88. Great mileage and could tote a bunch o stuff without complaint.
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So then why do I feel so bereft when I hear the car pull out of the driveway? When I look out at the empty spot, why do I feel a little twinge of anxiety at being "stranded"? I have a lot of sympathy for you, looking out at that empty spot.
Not only that, but one's car becomes an entity, or an extension of one's self-definition, or both. To have it rudely taken away with no say in the matter is to shake that self-definition, and also to remove an entity one has come to depend on being there.
A little mourning period is natural.
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