I am happy to be alive, vagaries of
the world when possible, responsible(-ish) when needed (as seldom as it can be
done), goofy when shy, wrinkled when thoughtful.
I am filling my time with writing,
sewing crotches of pants, because I can’t seem to be able to keep any pair of
pants un-ripped for long, crocheting my hair, and other minor household
activities.
I am smoking. Again. Just as much as
ever and enjoying every cigarette of it!
I am a high school philosophy teacher
engaged to be married upon my return home for the people who ask the usual, all
too foreseeable ‘whereyoufroms’, ‘whatyoudos’ and ‘areyoumarrieds’ around South East Asia.
And this usually attracts surprised or doubtful looks (‘You? Teacher?’) and
frowns filled with reproach (‘Not married yet?’). Also, I’ve tried being
Norwegian but that didn’t turn out so good (as in I’ve been spotted as a fake… the East Eastern-accented English might have given me away).
I am practicing my headstand almost
daily.
I am complaining whenever I get the
chance, not because I actually have so many reasons to complain, but because I
think it’s one of the few womanly traits I can really master.
I am growing old(er) but I’m
constantly fighting the tendency to grow up.
I am hiding. Because it’s much easier
and I once decreed that through hiding people will not be able to harm me.
Consequently, at some point, I started to hide from myself.
I am speaking Hinglish because this way, I
get compliments from Indians for my very extensive knowledge and exquisite
mastery of the
English language. I use lots of ‘r’s.
I’m asking stupid questions because
life is full of stupid problems.
I am usually walking with my hands in
my pockets, thus giving me more to sew in the evenings, as most fabrics don’t
last very long under the continuous pressure they’re exposed to.
I am drinking coffee in the evening.
I am becoming prouder by the minute of
my rock solid stomach which doesn’t seem to fail me and meekly accepts whatever
I feed it, whether it’s the finest foods or the most spine-chilling chows.
I am enormously happy to have been
able to go skiing in Romania the first chance I got, having gone from 30 plus
to below zero in a day.
I am trying.
beautiful! :*
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