“Bro, dapat bumili ka na ng auto.”
My brother and I were hanging out at a nearby coffee shop when he suddenly brought the topic up from out of the blue.
“But I don’t know how to drive” I said.
“Okay lang yan. Mabilis lang naman matuto. I’ll teach you.” he insisted.
My brother is a certified car freak you see.
“Saka Studio Director ka na (this was the time I was managing IAS Manila). Dapat may tsikot ka. Status symbol yan.”
Honestly, I don’t see the need for a car.
The office is about 5-10 minute walking distance from my condo and so are several malls, restaurants, and stores that I frequent. Besides, I get so little exercise in those days that I consider a short brisk walk every now and then a blessing.
Getting a car will mean parking/fuel fees, car washes, maintenance and repairs, and a whole new set of bills. With everything on my plate right now (with a lot more incoming) the prospect of maintaining my own vehicle is not really that appealing (though my brother insists it’s added pogi point for chicks).
Quite frankly, I’m a bit uncomfortable with status symbols like cars and the likes.
I’d like to believe that most of the stuff that I have has a practical purpose in my life. Getting something like a new Honda Civic when I’m walking distance from my office seems to me a bit extravagant and considering the traffic in the Metro, getting a car is like asking for a headache.
Besides, I do my best thinking when I’m on the move which means I usually zone out when inside a moving vehicle and that makes me an accident waiting to happen. I’m a lot safer on a cab with someone else taking care of the driving instead of putting me behind the wheel.
“Paano kapag umuulan?” asks my brother who still refuses to let the issue go.
“I bring an umbrella” I reply.
“Eh, paano kung baha?”
“I’ll stay at home and surf the net instead.”
“Hindi naman exciting ang Internet. Mas exciting ang kotse!” he counters.
“There’s porn in the Internet.”