New Day, New Rant: Relationships & Food?

Society Cafe, Oxford. 

I feel as though every time I write here, I need to preface it by saying "I know it's been a while." This, surely, shouldn't be the case every fucking time. It's not that the blog isn't on my mind, it is - I'd thought about posting something in Italy as I had waited for a train. Two months back. It's just tedious, you know, especially, now, since I no longer know what kind of content I want to post. So, for today's post, I am going to take Natalie Goldberg's sage advice, given to me by a sager Susannah Rickards, and just write. Without editing myself. (I mean I will still have to edit this blog post, for qualitative measure, but you get my point.)

  Currently, I am in the throes of the very last of my long summer holidays. I would say I am making the most of them, but that would be an outright lie. I am interning at a stock-brokering firm. Yes, I am, perhaps, the first literature student ever to have voluntarily stepped into such an institution. And yes, going there everyday reminds me just how glad I am that I read a cheesy book and mustered the courage to drop Business. And yes, I know I'll never earn anything close to what the people that work there earn. That is if I ever find employment. Let's not go there; I have enough anxiety already, what with being a twenty-one-year old having to live with her family for more than three weeks.

  Now, I shall preface the following by saying I love my family. I do. BUT they are such an absolute pain to be around (and by that I mean this has nothing to do with them and everything to do with me).   Call me crazy, but I really don't think I should have to tip-toe around my house if I decide I want to masticate cheese popcorn around 12 p.m. I am an adult, goddammit! I can do things like that. One of my friends sent me a picture of him eating ice-cream for breakfast. Because that is what adults do. And I don't need passive-aggressive looks telling me I have absolutely wasted my day lying in bed, watching The Mindy Project. I know I have. Actually, I chose to waste my day lying in bed, watching The Mindy Project. And you know what--I loved every sordid minute of it. I loved it so much that I contemplated never getting out of bed. This was also when I thought about dating someone. That way, I wouldn't need to get out of bed ever--they would just do all my work for me. My friend Kevin tells me that is not necessarily how relationships work. Why bother putting up with someone else's baggage then? I have enough of my own, which I am doing a fantastic job of circumventing. Ughh, imaging how much energy you would require to pretend that a second person's life is not falling apart and no, their mother leaving them when they were a child did not impact their adult relationships. It has been brought to my attention that this might be why parents aren't exactly concerned when I tell them about my dates. Do they think I cannot date people? Because I can. I promise you that much. They just need to get me pizza and coffee on a regular basis. Perhaps, ice-cream too. (Don't you dare bring me anything but Ben & Jerry's. I will throw anything else out the door, along with you. ) And tacos. A cheesecake here and there wouldn't hurt either. Oooh, I almost forgot chips. Which reminds me there is a bag of chips in my closet (I had to hide it from my resourceful brother) which needs eating.

Until next time. Hopefully, that's soon.

Love,
I am going to eat chips now.