An emotionaly addictive affair

Ever since I can think, people have been telling me, don't speak around a problem, don't lie while explaining an issue to yourself.

So here's my take on reality checking. I am addicted, and it gets worst, i have an emotional affair towards my addiction. Everybody knows, that affairs are bad... And everybody knows that if you're addicted, you need to make sure to get yourself away from it. Before it eats you alive or ruins your life, marriage or underwear.

Now i don't wish to brag but my affair is pretty hot! White, has beautiful eyes, a body to die for and smells gorgeous. And is very good in making me relapse! From free to yearning to get back to it.

If you're still wondering, i'm talking about my car! Not some cheap hooker off beverly hills blvrd. It's a beautiful, convertible Mercedes Benz SLK 200, with a LG DVD sound system, black leather interior... And problems to the bone! as pretty as the car may be, it's broken! Not literally, but after 110k km and fair wear and tear, as well as absolutely no funds to actually afford getting this baby really back on the road I need to admit to myself that this car is unreasonable.

Every 10k km there's a service, every service, there is something that needs repair, because something is broken? no! because something is not the way it's supposed to be!  such as the window not being correctly aligned, or the seatbelt not opening by just pressing on the button. Small stuff, that ends up being expensive. Because parts are expensive for a mercedes? Wrong again! because Labor is expensive. Parts are reasonably cheap to be honest! For instance, two Shock absorbers for the car, original parts,  cost only  1,600 Dhs together! The labor? 6,000 Dhs, does it make sense? No, not to me!  But this is not the only thing that makes me cry! The insurance is expensive too! because it's a two door, convertible, classified Sports-Car! oh and it's a Mercedes! Don't forget the brand! it's important in this Monologue!

So, I've decided to sell it. my only problem is, I cannot offer 1 year warranty, first 20k km free service, or a free refrigerator! Agents are interested, but only for a fraction of the cars value! Individuals have called me once, and then never again! But the worst part is, every time I open the door to this car, this scent crawls up my nose and takes me back on memory-lane; of how good it feels to drive this baby, how much fun it is to open the roof and just chill at a traffic light while playing around with my radio or how "cool" I look when I park it and leave the car, press the lock button and you hear the sophisticated locking mechanism, locking the car as if a living, breathing organism tells you! "It's ok! we'll be alright!".

Seriously even while writing this I have a heavy heart, but I guess at one point or another, I need to let go. I will have to let go of my very first, very own and very real Sports-Car! In this world it's every mans' dream to have one! And I've lived it and that's what should make me proud! And one day, I shall own another one! and keep it, for good! That's it from me... and the car my father owned the first generation of and I own/ed the second.

Until next time, game on!

-Alex