I'm envious. Esp. the staying in bed all day part.
That sounds like my life. And I'm a guy.
Except for the traveling part. No longer do I find it necessary to travel to far-off, exotic places. A National Geographic, a comfy armchair, some scotch, imagination, and I've been there, done that.
The pictures usually look better in magazines anyway than seeing the real thing, as I've discovered when I visited the Versailles.
My gadgets are my children. And when I get tired of them, I exchange them for newer ones.
Just like real children.
I second the JEALOUS comment, being a brand new father.
Mmmmmm....BEEEED!
...oops, I meant the "envious" comment. But yes...jealous too. Damn you Maccers!
Darling, this post reeks of rationalization. Mere singledom (mid-30's or otherwise) does not inevitably a spinster make. Emily Dickinson, you are not.
And besides, you still have a good couple of decades ahead of you.
mmm Uch comforting. Thanks.
Not meant to be a rationalisation, am just thanking fuck I don't have to support anyone. It just looks too hard. And also about being supported, you can't rely on it, everything is so transitory. The best thing you can do is just to learn how to tie your own shoelaces and make a decent job out of it.
Yeah, but once you've mastered that skill at around 18 months, what's next? "Ne te quaesiveris extra" may have worked for Emerson, but it's hardly appropriate for a cosmopolitan 21st century gal (especially with your manolos lacking laces altogether).
Why must there always be something else? That dearest is the trick. To stop wanting more.
Unless we are talking shoes, booze or chemicals.
But furniture? Fuck that.
Because plateaus are boring and tedium asphyxiates the spirit. Your idiosyncratic desires are your lifeblood. As are your friends.
And while I'm with you in principle on the furniture (not to mention the mind-altering substances), there is an Eames lounge chair and ottoman that would look great next to my fireplace.
I cannot agree more about an apartment. Give me the perfect jewel box any day of the week. I always found the suburban monstrosities of my former legal colleagues in their Martha Stewart splenditude and faux Sister Parish decor spectacularly repulsive. I also detest those large jeep things they drive as well as the ubiquitous mini-van.
Yep. An apartment with a sofabed so it's never too inviting for guests. An apartment with a doorman. And a super. People you hate at Christmas but love to death the rest of the year.
Tiny. Small. Cosy. And full of dead plants.
Tick tock.
After years of single freedom, I succumbed to the married life, house and home. It's pretty good actually. More precarious; less free. I'm slightly uncomfortable with the amount of possessions, but we're pretty simple folk. You see, life in the safety net was getting dull - and a little lonely. Kids? Well, if we didn't have them, the species would die out. I appreciate you're striving for higher things than mere DNA survival, but some of will have to breed and I'm kinda looking forward to the challenge. I think I can cope with exhausting if it means all the plusses too.
Rich - with a capital R, fab. It just all looks so exhausting - I don't know how people manage it.
Chemicals, like anyone manages anything stressful, exhausting, terrifying and exhilarating. But I don't think she was evaluating your marital status, I think she was undressing you with her eyes. I know I would.
Maccers (from a brand new dad who looks after his 4 month old daughter during the day, while he tries to make deadlines for his paper at night): GIN. LOTS AND LOTS OF GIN.
I'm trying like hell to get that babysitting idea back up my ass, but the darn thing just won't fit.
Terrible fear no 1.
I am old, on a foreign beach. With a faint whoosh Alzheimer's descends instantly. Helpless, unable to remember even my own name, I am stolen by huge escaped genetically enhanced monkeys and used for decades in elaborate sadistic sex rituals. As I am childless, no-one even notices I have gone.
Terrible fear no 2.
I am old. I cannot afford the foreign beach. My zimmer frame clatters as I babysit my ADD grandson with the strange shaped skull. My daughter comes in, stands before me, knocks me to the floor and shouts: "Hey Bitch! Have I stolen your last pair of millenium Pradas?"
I nod feebly.
"You useless parasite", she screams, and shoots me in the head for my money.
How can I live without fear? Oh, that's right - drugs.
Terrible fear no 1.
I am old, on a foreign beach. With a faint whoosh Alzheimer's descends instantly. Helpless, unable to remember even my own name, I am stolen by huge escaped genetically enhanced monkeys and used for decades in elaborate sadistic sex rituals. As I am childless, no-one even notices I have gone.
Terrible fear no 2.
I am old. I cannot afford the foreign beach. My zimmer frame clatters as I babysit my ADD grandson with the strange shaped skull. My daughter comes in, stands before me, knocks me to the floor and shouts: "Hey Bitch! Have I stolen your last pair of millenium Pradas?"
I nod feebly.
"You useless parasite", she screams, and shoots me in the head for my money.
How can I live without fear? Oh, that's right - drugs.
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