Okay. Usually I’m not
embarrassed by any of my favorite things. Hold on. I totally am! So far I’ve
only posted things I love that I consider kind of cool or quirky, but there is
a plethora of other things that I love that I keep putting off posting because,
yeah, they’re kind of embarrassing. However, in the spirit of self-love I will
start off by proudly proclaiming
my love for Volkswagen Jettas!
Now, I realize that
normal people’s favorite cars tend to be super cool or at the very least
unique, but for some insane reason I have always loved Jettas—especially black
ones with bike rakes on the roof (even though I despise bikes). I have no idea
how this began but I can trace it back to my pre-high school years. At first I
thought maybe it had something to do with Maria’s Jetta on the TV show,
Roswell. But then I remembered that I wrote about getting a Jetta my freshman
year (pre-Roswell) in a future planning class.
Even to this day when
I’m walking down a street or through a parking garage and I see that sleek
squarish trunk I’m like, “I like that car. Oh duh, it’s a Jetta.” And so I
wonder, what does it signify? What does it say about me? What kind of people
love Jettas? I guess the kind of people that love Jettas (and this is a brash
generalization based on no research whatsoever) are librarian-like. I mean, you
can see it right? A librarian getting off work and walking through the parking
lot in a pencil skirt and cardigan, a tight bun and glasses, piling her books
on the passenger seat and driving off to grab some Thai food take out—never intending
to use the bike rack.
I can see it.
Anyway, don’t judge.
My eye is just instinctively drawn to every passing Jetta. The crazy thing is
that I’m probably too practical to ever actually purchase one. It really is
just all about personal aesthetic. I need a car that can handle rougher terrain.
Sorry, love.
