When she was 22 the future looked bright
But she's nearly 30 now
and she's out every night
I see that look in her face
she's got that look in her eye
She's thinking how did I get here
and wondering why
It's sad but it's true how society says
Her life is already over
There's nothing to do
and there's nothing to say
Til the man of her dreams comes along
picks her up and puts her over his shoulder
It seems so unlikely in this day and age
She's got an alright job
but it's not a career
Wherever she thinks about it,
it brings her to tears
Cause all she wants is a boyfriend
She gets one-night stands
She's thinking how did I get here
I'm doing all that I can
It's sad but it's true how society says
Her life is already over
There's nothing to do
and there's nothing to say
Til the man of her dreams comes along
picks her up and puts her over his shoulder
It seems so unlikely in this day and age
It's sad but it's true how society says
Her life is already over
There's nothing to do
and there's nothing to say
Til the man of her dreams comes along
picks her up and puts her over his shoulder
It seems so unlikely in this day and age
- 22 Lily Allen
Is it possible to be an optimistic pessimist? Or maybe we should just call it realistic instead. I'm sorry but there is no way that I will spend my time waiting for prince charming to come rescue me from the big bad world. Wakeup call: Prince Charming does not exist. Fairy tales aren't real. Movies lie. Stories are great and all, and they give you that warm and fuzzy anything-is-possible feeling inside. But it is not. And you know what? I don't really care. The notion that "there is nothing to do / and there's nothing to say" until I find the man of my dreams to sweep me off my feet is absolutely absurd. A) He does not exist. B) Who says I want to be swept off my feet. I'm pretty sure that I can do a good job succeeding in this world without a man.
This isn't to say that I want to be all on my own left to conquer the world. Also impossible. No. I'm just saying that even though it is in fact true that society tends to look upon women as slightly less when they get on in years and aren't married, I think that society has it completely wrong. Who is more dedicated than a high powered, single woman with friends and family around to support her who isn't distracted by the drama of trying to find a man while she is trying to do everything else? Dear Society: Please get it through your thick skull that not all women dream of domestication and babymaking (not that that is in any way a bad thing). Stop judging and leave the women alone. We tend to be pretty intelligent so stop making us feel like we can't make it on our own on our brains alone. kthanks.
Anyways. Friends on the other hand? Completely necessary. Keep you sane. And they love you unconditionally. And that's where I meant to go with this post but then I got distracted by that song cause it came on the radio (what happens when you play the radio at work to an overanalytical, bored person like myself today). So like I said, making some great new friends while I am here in London. And I am talking the kind that I will probably keep forever. I had another just absolutely lovely evening last night that involved no alcohol, but just hanging out with friends. And it was great because it was (with the exception of Shahar) two people I haven't really gotten to spend that much time with yet. I went to work for the first time this week. Which was great. I was drugged, groggy, and felt like there was an elephant sitting on my head. I did the accounting, went to the post office worked on my credentials document, did a press release for Claire, and then started researching media contacts in the cities that the Baebes have their December Cathedral tour. After that Julia and I left the office (about an hour and a half early yay). I went home, relaxed for about an hour, and then went to the gym for a quick little trip - easing my way back into working out after not going for a week cause the family was here and then being sick. I got back, took a shower, and then went out to dinner with Jay. It was nice. I have never had one on one time to chill and just talk with him, so we got to do some of that yesterday. He is a really fun person to be around, especially when Shahar and I are badgering him to tell us his life secrets. Full disclosure and discretion please :) We ate an enormous amount of food after which I fell into a near food coma on the table while Jay proceeded to consume what I could not off my plate (apparently I am not man enough and do not deserve such meals). We waited at the restaurant for Shahar to meet us and in the meantime, ali called me.
Ali is one of the guys we hang out with quite often at Al Arez, even though he does not work there. He is really good friends with everyone who does. He also lives very close by and had invited us over to his place the night before and so I told him to call me and we would all go hang out at his place the next night...which was last night. We waited until Shahar showed up and then all went over to his apartment. Which is adorable, even though I fee like i climbed up 8987866 stairs to get there. We went in, got comfy on his couch, and smoked sheisha for hours. We started talking about his family - his life in Lebanon, his university here, what he does in general. What struck me the most was that he only just moved to London from Lebanon 3 months ago. Three months. That was less than a month before I got here. And now he is here. Living. Indefinitely. I wish I had those kind of balls. Or freedom. Or money. But yah. He is here studying right now but they guy has ambition. He wants to apply to an engineering university here and study and actually make something of himself. His brother has an engineering degree in Lebanon and they seem really close. So cute. Brotherly love. He also showed us a bunch of pictures of him and his friends at home. COMPLETE BROMANCE. It is absolutely adorable. I don't know what he does without them. It makes me sad :(
He told us stories about all the crazy stuff he got into when he was a little kid... I'm pretty sure he is a pyromaniac. A cute, nice pyromaniac. But a pyro nonetheless. He made us tea, and it seemed like time just flew by. Before i knew it we were still there and it was past 2 am. And we all had work in the morning. So we started cleaning up and headed out. We made plans to do crazy shit with him Friday night (though we aren't quite sure what that will entail quite yet) and on Saturday we are going to have an official picnic in Hyde Park. :D Ali is going to bring sheisha, Shahar and Jay will provide drinks and spirits ;) and I am going to make us FOODS. Excitement AHHHHHH. I love making new friends. Ali also has a cousin studying in Boston so he is toying with the idea of making a trip over there at some point. Jay and I promised we would take him out and show him a good time :)
Anyways, yah I guess I'm just living out these next couple of weeks as if I were a Londoner and not a tourist. I Just want to exist here in atmosphere of it all. I've already seen everything touristy I want to, especially because my family was here. So now I just want to sit back, relax, and enjoy. And I think the picnic is a great way to do that. I am also going to Brighton this weekend, and the weather is supposed to be gorgeous. So hello polka dot bikini :) And then Paris next weekend with my two loves Bella and Jen. It's going to be a great couple of weeks.
Radhi
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