LogFAQs > #979137110

On one hand, the check-engine light has been on in my car for about a month, now. I'm afraid that something bad is going to happen unless I have it inspected immediately. My next appointment to have the car repaired is in two weeks. I'm already nervous about something going wrong in the weeks preceding that new appointment. I know I shouldn't live a life ruled by fear. But I can't help it.

On the other hand, the snowstorm in Reno was intimated to be very bad. I had already felt the gusts blow and buffet me when I went to work yesterday. I was afraid that they were only going to get stronger. Moreover, there was supposed to be a bunch of snow. I wasn't sure if many would have come into the car dealership to work in this weather. I was afraid that going to retrieve my car was going to be dangerous afterwards. I was told that I could expect to have my car back in two business days, tops. I was afraid that the weather would make the trip to the dealership incredibly treacherous, even via taxicab.

Also, this may be something exclusive to me. But having my car ready in frightening times provides me with some comfort. I certainly did think of it as a sanctuary from my family, and how many other things that bugged me during my time living in Hawaii. It's weird, I know. I am inclined to think of it as a misanthropic thing; I generally hate letting anyone in my car. It was my only escape during those years in which I had no privacy or security.

Anyway, I know very well that it is too late to change my mind. I also know that as thirty-year-old adult, I should be capable of calling my own shots, especially now that I am living on my own, and in (unexpectedly painful) solitude like I had always dreamt of. Anyway, what do you think I should have done?

I must have these answers.
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