Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Friday, February 8, 2013

I am an emotional slut



I realized early on in Paris that I was an emotional slut.   
Perhaps because I grew up in an all female household or maybe because my dad is a therapist. Saying things out loud is a must. It makes things clearer, or at least more acceptable.
For example:  Parisian girls are all neurotic, scheming bitches who are frenemies.
See - now we can move on.

But your lifelong friends don't believe you.
How can ALL the Parisian girls be bitches?
How can all grocery stores close at 6pm? 
Why would a bank possibly require an interview to hold your money AND require you to pay them to do it?
And my personal favorite: that girl is not out to get you.  French girls are not as puritanical as we are.  It might be normal to walk around half-dressed in a thong and t-shirt in front of your boyfriend and her husband and kid.

So you need local friends (or alternately start a blog where even people you don't know can think you are crazy)
but friends take time
And no one has time, you need friends now.
And so maybe you go to lunch with one of your boyfriend's friend's wives.  And maybe she is experiencing the same thing.  And then you might feel the need to share more.
Which ends one of two ways - 1)both of you are sad saps in shock from all the nonsense going on around you. 
Or 2) she thinks you are total emotional slut who gave away WAY to much about herself.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Facebook



So my girlfriends are funny.

They love boyfriend. Like everyone gets along like peas and carrots.

He totally accepts that everyone hangs out late and sometimes slumber parties at our place. They are kind of brother-sistery.

And like most brother-sister relationships, there is an element of teasing. The latest installment of which is a Facebook page for boyfriend. Boyfriend refuses to be a part of the egocentrical hourly updating-“I washed my hair” “I went to the grocery store and they were out of corn!”

So, my gfs created a page for him. A page where he likes

Which didn’t seem to bother his brother, his friends or my aunt.



Maybe my gf's should add if he is Team Edward or Team Jacob.