My car hates me.

For anyone who hadn't guessed, I love my car. I may not be the best at taking care of it, and sometimes, well most of the time, that shows. But honestly I do love my car. I know that that may be a weird thing for a girl to say, but hey, I guess I've never been overly normal. That being said, I am becoming convinced that my car doesn't hold the same feeling towards me.

I try to do my best by it, but some how it still ends up lacking in some way. I've never run out of gas or gotten a flat tire, but some how that doesn't cause my car to love me. I try to get regular tune ups, and oil changes, but let's face it, I'm not the best at this. I admit it. As much as I love my car, it does get neglected.

Still, I was surprised when the "Check Engine" light came on. At first I thought that it must be a joke. My cars way of trying to get even for all the neglect and lack of regular car washes. So, I got an oil change. I made a deal with my car, I'd get the oil change, and it would make that stupid light go away. No dice. I begged, I pleaded. It still wouldn't go away. Every time I got into my car it was a glaring reminder of the loathing that my car has for me. An angry light beaming up from the dash. Just screaming at me over and over. Lecturing me on my lack of proper maintenance and up keep. I kept wishing every time I got in the car that it would go away. I'd close my eyes and plead with the car to forgive me and just make it go away. Still no dice. Every time I turned on the car, there it was, like a beacon there for all to see.

I finally broke down, stopped pleading and took it into the shop to get looked at. Now the glaring beacon of loathing is gone, for now at least. It's only a matter of time before my car finds another way to show it's true feelings for me.