{"id":754,"date":"2004-11-11T15:57:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-11T20:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=754"},"modified":"2004-11-11T15:57:00","modified_gmt":"2004-11-11T20:57:00","slug":"more-self-talk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=754","title":{"rendered":"more self-talk"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I can&#8217;t do this.  I CAN&#8217;T.  Can&#8217;t can&#8217;t can&#8217;t can&#8217;t.  I need some <i>perspective<\/i> in my life, and more specifically as far as my long-terms goals.  I just have to come down, back away, pry the fingers of my emotions off the idea.<\/p>\n<p>What am I talking about?  A fledgling deal I had set up whereby a friend from another automotive community would trade his &#8217;95 Escort wagon and <a href=\"http:\/\/xrebel.divide0.com\/gallery\/OpelManta\">this car<\/a> for my Audi.  Two for one, straight up, no cash involved.  Of course, the Audi is running beautifully and both cars I would get from the trade have issues to varying degrees, so it&#8217;s not quite as good as it would initially sound.  The Opel is mechanically perfect with 92K, but it would need some fairly major structural repair on account of a rusted out driver&#8217;s side floorpan, among a plethora of other little odds and ends.  I just have the sense that it&#8217;s the sort of deal that I could sink several thousand dollars into before I realized what was happening.  Of course I&#8217;d sell the Escort eventually to finance the restoration of the Opel, but I&#8217;d probably have to drive it in the meantime&#8211;really the last thing that I want to do.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s really rare that my desires should be so bisected in my mind.  Every single rational thought I have compels me to turn away from the deal, and just about every emotional thread wants me to go through with it.  My intentions don&#8217;t usually vote along such strict party lines.  The rational reasons are obvious in terms of inconvenience, time, money, you name it&#8230;  The Audi is more reliable, well on its way to being a 100% operational car, and is just less to worry about.  Bodywork, especially of the nature that I would have to do in order to restore the Opel, is not something I&#8217;m well-versed in automotively.  Any type of mechanical work is a breeze, but when it comes to sheetmetal I&#8217;m a relative newbie.  And both cars are located in Michigan, just outside of Detroit, necessitating a weekend trip up there.<\/p>\n<p>Then we have the emotional reasons.  It&#8217;s another project.  It&#8217;s something new and exciting to invest myself in, and represents the possibility of a whole new reserve of satisfaction over accomplishing something productive.  Besides that, it just looks really, really cool, and I can see myself cruising around in such a car.  Mechanically it&#8217;s dirt simple and reliable, so it would be easy to maintain.  But it&#8217;s the coolness that really latches onto me and won&#8217;t let go.  The Audi is cool to <i>me<\/i> because I appreciate all the design details and mechanical elements that are just done <i>right<\/i> on the car, but to most anybody else it just looks like another sedan.  The Opel has visual character in spades, style, and to my eye a certain amount of class as well (though class is a more nebulous quality than the other two).  It turns heads, it provokes comments.  It&#8217;s classic, really, especially since people notice it and don&#8217;t really know what kind of car it is.<\/p>\n<p>But every rational sensibility I have objects to this.  I have to sacrifice this for the greater vision.  I hate this, but mind over matter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I can&#8217;t do this. I CAN&#8217;T. Can&#8217;t can&#8217;t can&#8217;t can&#8217;t. I need some perspective in my life, and more specifically as far as my long-terms goals. I just have to come down, back away, pry the fingers of my emotions off the idea. What am I talking about? A fledgling deal I had set up [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/754"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=754"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/754\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}