I don't drive a Miata to be macho. Or to be noticed (I hate being noticed). I drive it because I can open the roof, feel a gale of wind through my floppy hair, and feel the sun smiling on me. And once in a while, I smile back.
I'm not a geek. But I'm an extreme introvert, a programmer who's spent most of his waking hours around computers for many years. Don't know what that makes me.
I just turned 25. I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Or maybe not.
It's 2:30 AM. I'm tired.