Cannot think of a name
29-05-2005, 21:09
Me.
I actually am not that fond of 'personal' threads, so-I guess, feel free to blast me for making one of these whiny wastes of time. If you keep reading you'll have plenty of fodder.
So, I'm finishing a year of grad work after working my way through college, getting my BA last year at the age of 32. I may not be getting an actual degree, but I kinda did what I wanted in this year and the loans are mine, so I was okay with it. I worked my way through a lot of crap, some homelessness and other nonsense and finally finished. But that was a year ago, I did this year to get an opportunity to do somethings I thought was needed.
But that's coming to an end. For the last 10 years I have driven a '67 VW Bus, which has had it's problems but I love it-I even made my first documentary about it. I have been very vocal about 'the promise.' She gets me through college and I restore her when I get a job. (She's not all that aware I studied film and not likely to get a job I couldn't have gotten before the degree...) I have always been this way about the cars I drive. The one before this was a Porsche 914.
I'm in my 30s. I don't ask for anything I don't need and even then I tend not to ask for anything. I got myself to the various places in my life and I have to get myself out of them or fall back in. And, for fucks sake-at some point man, you gotta take care of yourself even if you suck at it.
So, I got in this festival that, ironically, showed the film about my bus as well as some other stuff I did (a short play, some graphics, etc.). My mother, who is well meaning, showed up with something very unexpected-
A 1985 VW Vanagon.
This is an amazingly generous gester, and entirely well intentioned. And not something I am prepared to deal with in the slightest. My bus, the one I've had for ten years, has her problems but she is functional-and it's not vans I like, it's vintage buses. But it's not the type of car-she could have shown up with a brand new Porsche Turbo and I'd still be in the same place, there is not a 'something else' I want. My bus is a hassle sometimes, but it is my bus. I'm finally through college, and I know she wants to do something to make things easier but I can't deal with one car very well, much less two. And I'm put in the position to get rid of something that I love, that is mine, that I've filmed love poems to. I can't do it.
What's worse-I think my brother deserves that van way more than I do. He has taken on so much responsability, is raising a son-he is a rock solid cat and someone I admire a great deal. But I am the oldest, the prodigal. Despite a life time of evidence, to the family is convinced I am destined to greatness. Anything I do is blown all out of porportion and my brothers often far better achievements are passing mentions. When he was married he was taking care of his wifes 4 kids and running a band and a number of other responsabilities he took on and bought a large truck to deal with it. At 12 mpg, he is being crushed by that truck that he no longer needs, and he can't get out from underneath it. He deserves that van, and needs that van more than I do. But to give it to him, my mom is going to take it as an insult. But, really...
I don't deserve a van, I don't believe in giving a car for doing something like what I have done, and my next car I want to be mine-something I earned and bought myself. And I can't help but feel that this makes me a horrible person. At the very least, an ungrateful bastard. I'm trying to move (have to move) and find a job and...I'm just not in the position right now to take on the responsability of another car, even if I was going to just get rid of a car that I am as tied to as my VW.
I'm a bastard. Flagelate at will. (fortunately I think this is way too long and pointless to read, but I got it all out-which has some value.)
I actually am not that fond of 'personal' threads, so-I guess, feel free to blast me for making one of these whiny wastes of time. If you keep reading you'll have plenty of fodder.
So, I'm finishing a year of grad work after working my way through college, getting my BA last year at the age of 32. I may not be getting an actual degree, but I kinda did what I wanted in this year and the loans are mine, so I was okay with it. I worked my way through a lot of crap, some homelessness and other nonsense and finally finished. But that was a year ago, I did this year to get an opportunity to do somethings I thought was needed.
But that's coming to an end. For the last 10 years I have driven a '67 VW Bus, which has had it's problems but I love it-I even made my first documentary about it. I have been very vocal about 'the promise.' She gets me through college and I restore her when I get a job. (She's not all that aware I studied film and not likely to get a job I couldn't have gotten before the degree...) I have always been this way about the cars I drive. The one before this was a Porsche 914.
I'm in my 30s. I don't ask for anything I don't need and even then I tend not to ask for anything. I got myself to the various places in my life and I have to get myself out of them or fall back in. And, for fucks sake-at some point man, you gotta take care of yourself even if you suck at it.
So, I got in this festival that, ironically, showed the film about my bus as well as some other stuff I did (a short play, some graphics, etc.). My mother, who is well meaning, showed up with something very unexpected-
A 1985 VW Vanagon.
This is an amazingly generous gester, and entirely well intentioned. And not something I am prepared to deal with in the slightest. My bus, the one I've had for ten years, has her problems but she is functional-and it's not vans I like, it's vintage buses. But it's not the type of car-she could have shown up with a brand new Porsche Turbo and I'd still be in the same place, there is not a 'something else' I want. My bus is a hassle sometimes, but it is my bus. I'm finally through college, and I know she wants to do something to make things easier but I can't deal with one car very well, much less two. And I'm put in the position to get rid of something that I love, that is mine, that I've filmed love poems to. I can't do it.
What's worse-I think my brother deserves that van way more than I do. He has taken on so much responsability, is raising a son-he is a rock solid cat and someone I admire a great deal. But I am the oldest, the prodigal. Despite a life time of evidence, to the family is convinced I am destined to greatness. Anything I do is blown all out of porportion and my brothers often far better achievements are passing mentions. When he was married he was taking care of his wifes 4 kids and running a band and a number of other responsabilities he took on and bought a large truck to deal with it. At 12 mpg, he is being crushed by that truck that he no longer needs, and he can't get out from underneath it. He deserves that van, and needs that van more than I do. But to give it to him, my mom is going to take it as an insult. But, really...
I don't deserve a van, I don't believe in giving a car for doing something like what I have done, and my next car I want to be mine-something I earned and bought myself. And I can't help but feel that this makes me a horrible person. At the very least, an ungrateful bastard. I'm trying to move (have to move) and find a job and...I'm just not in the position right now to take on the responsability of another car, even if I was going to just get rid of a car that I am as tied to as my VW.
I'm a bastard. Flagelate at will. (fortunately I think this is way too long and pointless to read, but I got it all out-which has some value.)