Dents

Check out the new dents and scratches on my car.

Someone backed into my car while it was in my mom's driveway for Haircut Friday. At first I was pretty irrationally upset. My poor car. I hate the idea that I'm driving around with a dent in it. It's embarrassing, plus it just makes me sad. I worked hard for that car. Yeah, it isn't brand-spankin' new anymore, but until now it hadn't had any serious body damage. Now it's got a smashed-in part. 

But coupled with my anger over my car being messed up is this guilt that I'm worried about something so superficial. It could have been a lot worse. It's not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, right? At least I can drive it, and the dent could be a lot more noticeable. It could have smashed the headlights or messed up the wheel. Could be a LOT worse. 

That being said, I've been trying to figure out ways to fix it -- I can't pound it out because the wheel well has plastic on the inside. I waxed it a bunch to try to get the scratches out -- some came out, some didn't. I saw a couple videos online where people used a hairdryer and one of those cans of compressed air to make the metal pop back out -- Michael thinks that might mess up the paint. I did some research on places around here that do paintless dent removal -- that's an option, though it's never convenient to give up your car for days when you have to commute to work. So for now it's just sitting there. As long as I don't look at it, I start to forget the dent is there, and then it's no big deal. There are a lot of things more important than the physical appearance of your car. But I guess we worry about the things that are in front of us, and I know I tend to get anxious when things aren't exactly right or the way I want them. Ask Michael about the new mailbox he just got us.