The older I get, the more I realize how far from normal I am. The second I bought the Camaro, I had people telling me, "you'll be trading that for a minivan before you know it." When I kindly explained how wrong they were, most people just acted like I was naive and told me I'd find out soon enough. Well they were wrong then and they're wrong now.
First of all, people don't want to admit that someone might actually choose to live life instead of simply floating down the stream along with everyone else. They choose to believe a lie about me because it lets them off the hook; we all have to find a way to sleep at night...right?
Secondly, as mentioned earlier, I'm not normal (in a good way of course). Most people, including my closest friends and family, don't get me at all; and that's ok. I don't need anyone to understand what makes me who I am. I don't care how many people buy that minivan along with every insurance plan under the sun, choosing to play life safe and sensible. Good for them. I'm sure when they're 85 they'll be so glad to have lived such a risk free life of mediocrity.
As for me, I'm happy driving my kids to school at triple digit speeds in a track ready Camaro. Oooooh, did we blow the automatic-remote-controlled-sliding-doors off your Town and Country? Sorry not sorry. No, I don't have a death wish; I just know the things most people fear aren't worth fearing. When you choose to live life walking along the cliff, you realize how far from danger "normal" really is. You find out what's hiding just on the other side of fear: Nothing.
If you drive a minivan, relax. I'm not saying you should change who you are; just don't get your panties in a bunch when my daughter says "smoke'm daddy," because that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Do Good || Be Strong || Fear Nothing