Well Serviced BMW

When people look at me, they see a privileged upper middle class young woman who has had the world handed to her. Whilst they’re not wrong, what they don’t know is that I’ve worked for every single opportunity I’ve been given. I acknowledge that I was lucky to receive the opportunities in the first place, but no part of me feels entitled to what I’ve been given. If anything, it makes me feel like I have to work harder to prove that I belong.

This has been very much the case my whole life, from everything to the school I went to to the car my parents bought me. I’m twenty-five years old and I still drive the BMW my parents bought me for my eighteenth birthday. Unlike my younger, more entitled brother, I have made a point of looking after the car to the best of my ability and making sure I always stay on top of my car servicing. Prahran is a really central suburb and I’m lucky to have access to the best mechanics in the business. I’ve made sure to capitalise on these resources, and because of this, I have the best-kept BMW in the area. At first glance, most people wouldn’t believe that I’ve had the car for seven years, that’s how well looked after it is.

I’ve tried talking to my brother, who has now had his Mercedes for five years now, and it isn’t in the best condition. He thinks the opportunities that have been handed to us should come with additional benefits, but our parents don’t want to spoil us, they just want us to be able to put our best foot forward. I’ve finally convinced him to visit a mechanic near Glen Iris, and so hopefully he learns some sort of responsibility.

I definitely don’t want to throw the opportunities my parents have given me back in their faces. I am trying to steer my brother in the right direction, hopefully he comes around too.