Why does it seem so tough for my friends to grasp the fact that I buy things with the intent of actually USING them?
Friend A recently took a ride with me in the car I just bought in August…
Friend A: “3000 miles on this thing already? Jeez, where have you been driving?”
Me: “Well, I drive the car between the city and Long Island, usually to my mom’s place. About once a week I drive up to Stamford for band rehearsals. Next month, I think I want to take a trip to DC to see some friends…”
Friend A: “I’d rent. You can get a car for a week for a few hundred bucks. Then you can keep miles off this car.”
Me: “Yeah, but I really like driving it. That’s why I bought it.”
Friend A: “Suit yourself, man. You’re going to hurt the re-sale value.”
Another friend of mine came to my apartment and was looking at some of the guitars I’ve acquired over the years.
Friend B: “Cool, man. That’s a first year Eddie Van Halen Music Man. Transparent black, too…That’s a rare color.”
Me: “Yeah, it plays really well, too.”
Friend B: “You should stick that thing in a case and save it for your kids.”
Me: “Naw, man. I gig with it. And since when do I have kids? I don’t even have a girlfriend.”
Friend B: “Yeah, but you just don’t see a transparent black EVH these days. I’d lock it up and sell it in about 10 years.”
Buy a car and actually drive it? Buy a guitar and actually play it? How dare I?
All this “advice” reminds me of what people were telling me about my comic book collection 15 years ago - “Don’t read that copy of X-Men. It’ll be worth money in a few years.” Look where that got me. I missed out on the whole storyline and the books are worth precisely dick today.
My Corvette was built to be driven. My guitar was made to be played. And I should have read all those comic books in the 80s. Get over it.