I used to enjoy cars completely. When i was still in school, it was a great hobby and escape from my problems. If i felt like i was in a really shitty mood, all i’d do was go for a drive in my 90’s Ford Lynx and I’d be ok. But now, things have changed.
Whenever I ride my car, it already feels like an extension of my office. My car is just filled with stress vibes. What happened to that comforting feeling I’d get? What happened to it’s ability to melt all the stress away? It’s now the opposite, IT GIVES ME STRESS. Why? Because it has become my work.
I don’t know about you guys, but having my hobby as my work just made me depressed. Some of you may think “Oh I’d love to do what you’re doing!” and maybe you will, but I just want to let you know that you might not love it as well. I guess it really depends, but for me, I feel like I lost my hobby because it has now turned into a source of stress as well.
I used to enjoy installing exhaust systems on my car. But now, when I do, I always feel the pressure to prove something to everyone since I make my own exhaust systems. And work demands me to prove my exhaust system to everyone. Exhaust gains? Tig or mig welded? Hydraulic or mandrel bent? What happened to just installing, driving and enjoying?
I also used to enjoy getting lowered becuase it looked better and improved my handling. But now, when I do, I also feel the pressure to prove something to everyone since I have my own brand of coilovers now. And work demands me to prove my coilovers to everyone. Ride comfort? Damping? Justification of the price? Again, what happened to just installing, driving and enjoying?
It seems that work ate my hobby and I have nothing left. My hobby, which I once used to enjoy completely is now just another annoying entity that I just want to punch in the face and kick in the nuts.