I remember the first time I drove in a new car. I was in Germany. My husband was driving a new company car. The car even smelled new.
After only thirty minutes of driving, I had a freaking headache, yea, a migraine. I was opening the door and trying to empty my stomach.
My husband and I realized that I was allergic to the plastic used in a new car. That new smell? It was some type of gas from the breakdown of the plastic. Ever since, I have stuck with cars over a year old.
So I don’t like really new things. I don’t like new fashions. I have trouble understanding and accepting “trashy” fashion. You know, the type found on Britany Speares and other celebs. I like elegant clothes from the 1920s to the 1940s. Yes, many of the clothes made women look like real women.
I don’t like the new phone technology that has turned a common communication device into a computer. If I want a computer, I will buy a computer.
And so I rant . . .
Do I like anything new? Well yes, I like new friends, new travel destinations, and new dog friends. I like new birds that drop by to visit my balcony of seeds. I like to look at the new snow before anyone has marked it.
I like the turn of the seasons, making everything new again.