jessica and her boyfriend are thinking of leaving town.
she's thinking of leaving her corporate lifestyle and being a lady of semi-leisure, teach english, and have babies. they are thinking of persuing opportunities in a non-european developing nation where, if you play your cards right and have patience, you could build a comfortable existance in less time than slogging it out in a non-city job.
jessica's a few years younger than me and it makes me wonder if i lack the clucky gene. i love little kids - they are adorable. and frankly, so much easier to be around than adults. they say exactly what they think and if all else fails there's something under a pound that will bribe them for the short duration of time you hang out with them. maybe that's my problem. an inability to maintain long term relationships, fueled by a lack of e.q. it's just sometimes i'm overwhelemed by how hard this world is. how fake everyone really are. i feel like holden caufield, and something tells me i'm not alone. i like to think i'm keepin' it real but i probably appear agressive. or submissive. or angry. or maybe just passive. it's hard to tell when you're you - you don't have the previledge of seeing yourself from the outside.
other people's kids are like buying from a large departmental store. there's a returns policy and similarly unless you damage the goods you can return them within a brief comfortable period. just the way i like it. (the returning of the kids, not clothes. i always feel this sense of entrapment when i buy from a small boutique or a sale in which a returns policy does not exist. or somewhere like harrods when once you commit, that's it. the money's gone. a wimpy little credit not, whilst better than nothing, will not bring your hard earned cash - which you never see as you pay by card anyway - back.)
all this talk with jessica makes me realise how serious she and her boyfriend are, and how when she left her ex it was really the right decision despite the controversy of it all. i still judge and frown upon (inside rather than expressed outwardly through facial expressions to keep botox to the minimum) any form of cheating, but if you are besotted with the one you cheat with then there is a point to the whole shenanigan and it makes it a little bit justified. it's like all the collective pain was worth it. maybe it's like a pro basketball team going to the olympics. you slog hard, you ache, and someone accidentally trips over their team mate who's in physical and emotional pain for weeks leading up to the game. so you have injured guy watching the game with the rest of the guys on the bench. but then your team comes home with the gold and you realise that despite you missing out on actual glory (and the sponsorship deals), they wouldn't be there without you.
she's thinking of leaving her corporate lifestyle and being a lady of semi-leisure, teach english, and have babies. they are thinking of persuing opportunities in a non-european developing nation where, if you play your cards right and have patience, you could build a comfortable existance in less time than slogging it out in a non-city job.
jessica's a few years younger than me and it makes me wonder if i lack the clucky gene. i love little kids - they are adorable. and frankly, so much easier to be around than adults. they say exactly what they think and if all else fails there's something under a pound that will bribe them for the short duration of time you hang out with them. maybe that's my problem. an inability to maintain long term relationships, fueled by a lack of e.q. it's just sometimes i'm overwhelemed by how hard this world is. how fake everyone really are. i feel like holden caufield, and something tells me i'm not alone. i like to think i'm keepin' it real but i probably appear agressive. or submissive. or angry. or maybe just passive. it's hard to tell when you're you - you don't have the previledge of seeing yourself from the outside.
other people's kids are like buying from a large departmental store. there's a returns policy and similarly unless you damage the goods you can return them within a brief comfortable period. just the way i like it. (the returning of the kids, not clothes. i always feel this sense of entrapment when i buy from a small boutique or a sale in which a returns policy does not exist. or somewhere like harrods when once you commit, that's it. the money's gone. a wimpy little credit not, whilst better than nothing, will not bring your hard earned cash - which you never see as you pay by card anyway - back.)
all this talk with jessica makes me realise how serious she and her boyfriend are, and how when she left her ex it was really the right decision despite the controversy of it all. i still judge and frown upon (inside rather than expressed outwardly through facial expressions to keep botox to the minimum) any form of cheating, but if you are besotted with the one you cheat with then there is a point to the whole shenanigan and it makes it a little bit justified. it's like all the collective pain was worth it. maybe it's like a pro basketball team going to the olympics. you slog hard, you ache, and someone accidentally trips over their team mate who's in physical and emotional pain for weeks leading up to the game. so you have injured guy watching the game with the rest of the guys on the bench. but then your team comes home with the gold and you realise that despite you missing out on actual glory (and the sponsorship deals), they wouldn't be there without you.
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