It's no lie to say that people enjoy looking for a reason to hate something, just like people get pleasure out of twisting the inoffensive until it appears to be offensive in their sensitive little world.
Nowadays more than ever, people are blamed less for what they've actually said, and more for how some fucking idiot has decided to read into what they've said, thus making every other fucking idiot – of which there are many – believe the exaggerated and slanderous bullshit they created. In some ways, this can be likened to the world of cars.
Sometimes, people can shower a car with embittered criticism for reasons that appear completely arbitrary and unfounded. Despite the fact that the particular car will be in receipt of universal acclaim, some people out there just refuse to understand the appeal. I hereby call this the It's-Not-The-Car's-Fault Paradox.
There are some cars out there thats appeal lies as an entity beyond the descriptive power of words. They have to be felt, rather than evaluated; embraced, rather than processed. And if it doesn't hit you on that intangible level, then no one will be able to help you understand why people pine over it. And that is not the car's fault – it is yours.
I'm not going to make out that I'm completely innocent and have never been faced with a situation where my lack of interest in a car isn't my responsibility. I think each and every car enthusiast the world over will have at least one car that they're completely ambivalent about that has an incredibly loyal, religious, and broad fanbase.
Sometimes, we can choose to dislike a car based on a popular myth or viewpoint that conforms to our particular bent in the industry. Some people pine after purer classics; whereas others will constantly be in awe of modern machinery. Our idiosyncratic preference can create a preordained emotion within us – whether that be of love, or hate – about every car we encounter, meaning our first impression isn't always the car's responsibility.
The prospect of greatness is so desperately subjective, that it is something of an illusion: it doesn't exist until we choose to create it, and foist it onto something. Of course, the tangible aspects of a car can go some way to affirming the greatness that we bestow upon it, with the greatest cars amongst us usually garnering the most fervent haters: people who hate for the sake of hating, because they know how to do nothing else. A person's arrogance however is not a car's responsibility, and it does not relinquish a car of its extraordinary achievements.
Whenever you see someone, or perhaps yourself, taking a disliking to a car, be sure to stand back and ask if that disliking is based on a trait of the car - or whether the fault lies in the person. You never know, you might be surprised.
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