Being Comfortable in My Own Skin
(This post has been brought to you by Nissan and the hypercube contest. Please visit my canvas page and give me a vote. Thanks!)
In my previous post, I mentioned that I bought a used car. The timing was such that it coincided with the start of the hypercube contest. I actually didn’t mention what kind of car it was.
AlfredMobile the Second – aka Da Cherry Bomb – aka a red 1998 Honda Prelude (not exactly as pictured; mine is sans mags and sans spoiler.) The major selling point was that it had pretty low kilometres. The draw for me was obviously the bad boy/ricer image associated with driving one of these. The previous owner took good care of it – the only mod on the vehicle was having it lowered. (Heaven forbid the things people do in the name of moding a car.)
The positives: it is red; it has kick when I need it.
The negatives: it only can take premium gasoline which is a whole 12 cents more than regular; it is lowered so i feel every single manhole that I drive over; there is really not much room in the back so this is really a two seater.
You might say – surely Alfred, you’ve considered the consequences of owning this vehicle before you bought it right? Yes, most certainly. It is fun to dress up differently and pretend to be someone else for a while. But at some point you have to realize that you are you. Nothing more, nothing less. If someone is going to judge you based on your ride (or lack thereof), then so be it.
So at this point you might ask: so Alfred, who are you, really? What kind of ride is your kind of ride?
I know for sure that a boring plain vehicle isn’t me; my first car was a plain silver Honda Civic. It is the default ride of choice in Vancouver. I am someone that likes to stand out.
I know that a flashy vehicle isn’t me either; I am a quirky kinda of guy and a beamer doesn’t fit my image.
Shocking to say, but I was having a serious debate about whether I really want to win a Cube or not. This decision will be in the hands of the judges soon – should I win a Cube, I will gladly be selling off the Prelude to a more fitting owner. If I don’t win a Cube, that is fine also – I shall have different kinds of adventures with Cherry Bomb.
But deep deep down, I really want to win a Cube – so that I have a chance to really show off my dance moves at the awards ceremony. Life’s been pretty busy for me during the past month so I haven’t had a chance to do a better dance video; but I definitely haven’t slacked off with the classes taught by the best salsa teacher in Vancouver.
I’ve got something else to say about this contest: I am an introvert, through and through. While I am able to talk to random strangers (as seen in my hypercube promo video), it really is out of character for me. I am more at ease browsing books at the library than mingling at a party. For the sake of the contest, I thought about just flipping over to being a “crazy” extrovert, running down streets harassing random people but you know what? That just isn’t me at all. Or minimally it would take about three drinks before that happens. (PS don’t drink and drive.)
I merely will give you, the hypercube judges, plain old Alfred: likes to read, likes to dance (but hates to ask girls to the dance floor), probably more quirky than cool, is friendly but tend to enjoy peace and quiet, has some computer skills but not the kind you can use to make groovy graphics. I think that trying to pretend to be someone else for the last while has been fun, but I am just me and I am cool with that.
