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Those who announce their positive traits rarely possess them

Tap the Instagram icon on your phone screen. Scroll through profiles and see so many of the users self-proclaiming their honesty, genuineness, and humility. You sit there thinking "Wow, what a great time we live in. There are so many good and self-aware people out there!". So many users actively "voicing" their opinions via "liking" and re-"sharing" other's posts relating to immigration rights, anti-political views, LGBTQ rights, police brutality, humility, honesty, the list goes on and on. Now, I'm not a sociologist by profession, but from my observations and through countless personal experiences, I can say with almost certainty that those who display that kind of behavior are in reality the exact opposite. Liking a positive message or disliking a negative one on social media in no way reflects on one's personal actions. Liking an activist's message doesn't make you an activist. Saying you are good doesn't make you good. Preaching about honesty and mindfulness doesn't make you either, sorry. To me - and yes I'm aware this is my opinion, and f**k you if you think I shouldn't - these people are being deceptive, because through their own experiences, they've learned what they lack and now want to market themselves as something better, or just want to feel superior to those around them. They have evolved to being a salesperson for their own self. Sounds harsh, I know. But think about this. When is the last time you met a truly good person who had to tell you they were good? If someone is good, others can see it and will determine for themselves.

How does this tie into cars, you ask? Well, it didn't really until that last part. Take, for example, a car dealership's showroom. Good products don't need a salesperson attacking you the way a shark attacks a bleeding seal. A good car does not need neon yellow stickers for advertisement. Ever seen a new Ferrari, Aston Martin, McLaren, etc., displayed that way? Me neither. And the reason is the same as why good people do not need to tell anyone of their goodness. The audience can - and will - come to that conclusion independently, and anything beyond that comes off as an act to disguise a less appealing truth. Compare a Honda dealership's atmosphere to a Ferrari's. One product is a little more shit than the other, and therefore more aggressive measures have to be taken to sell them. Whereas a Ferrari can sit there, and by simply existing in a physical space get you to spend far greater sums of money than you had ever planned. Truly good people are also the same way. They'll never come up to you and say "Hey, I'm great. Everyone thinks I'm nice so you should invest your time in me." No. That's what shitty people and politicians do.

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