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Dec022012

Am I Alone in My Iniquity?

I used to drive a Jaguar.

It was a terrible car. If I didn’t sweet talk it every day – “Hi there, sweetie-pie! Shall we go for an amazing ride? You are so sleek and sexy today!” – if I didn’t say something like that, it would break down. Some infernal light or another would appear, or some loud noise would start barking, or sometimes it would just stop dead in its tracks. Then off to the repair shop for a bill that varied between ten million and twenty million dollars, or so it seemed.

I loved that car.

But eventually its unreliability and its incredible expense shook me to my senses. Now I drive a reliable, boring car, but not a day goes by that I don’t pine away for my old love.

When I got the Jag, I truly thought I would just get it out of my system. Drive it for a few years and move on to a new phase. A “been there/done that” finality to my craving. But unfortunately, not. I still crave. 

Having something of a psychology background, I believed Maslow’s Hierarchy. When you satisfy a need, you can move on. Certainly Maslow was not talking about totally unnecessary, ridiculously expensive luxuries. But still, I thought there might be some relevance to my “need” to drive a fabulous car. Well, my craving is alive and well - this ridiculous, morally unsupportable (because of gas guzzling), unaffordable craving stalks me still.

Has this ever happened to you? You thought you would satisfy a silly “need” and you are never really satisfied? Is this a typical human failing, or am I alone in my iniquity?

©2012 Margery Leveen Sher

 

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Reader Comments (2)

Unfortunately it's a human failing that's too often repeated. Some folks just can't get enough - food, sex, money, power. I miss the Jag too but there are also Maseratis, Teslas, Astons, Bentleys, Lamberghinis. Next car please!

December 3, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterGerson Sher

The Jag. She came to you when you needed her! You bring a memory to mind...reminds me of my old, but very cool, '67 yellow Camero. I was a teenager then, and when I drove to the beach on certain early mornings with the windows down and my tape deck blaring, I felt as faraway as I could get from boring and predictable. I loved that car because she brought out the spirited side of me that no one saw very often. I still love to step away from the regular path that everyone expects me to be on and do unpredictable things. I think there is this other "me" inside trying to get all the way out real quick before I get too old!

December 3, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterGenevieve

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