A rather meh car on the exterior, it’s a dream inside if you’re autistic

Why I bought a Tesla despite loathing Elon Musk

And why I think this helps me have leftist political influence

I’ve never understood car lust/collection/interest. I’m a good driver but driving feels too tedious and earthbound to enjoy. Since childhood, I’ve insisted my true form is transcendent, able to mentally teleport. Having to plod through a process physically when my mind can calculate it almost instantly has felt like torture. Instead of driving, I would rather be making or reading something. Or even just laying in bed playing Candy Crush. Only podcasts have made driving feel less like a waste of my rapidly shortening life.

And the expense! And the environmental impact! I scrapped my little 2009 Toyota Matrix in the pandemic, rather than repairing it, because I thought I’d rather take the bus and use car sharing, anyway. That’s what my values would choose if my values alone could drive my decision-making.

Then, I was diagnosed autistic. I learned a lot about why I’m a bundle of contradictions and competing desires and needs. I learned how to bring those needs and desires online to my conscious awareness rather than trying to force a values-driven life to meet all of my physical needs, too. For example, I had gone back to buying some things on Amazon because I physically just couldn’t handle anything less…