Grapes. The sour kind.
I had dinner last night with a couple of friends I got to know back from when we were studying in Melbourne. Wally and I love hanging out with them because they're down to earth, funny, and are great company.
One of our favourite activities is walking along avenues where the rich have their homes, and speculating about the miserable lives they lead within. In our minds, the houses are impeccably designed, but the rooms are cold and empty, where maids endlessly clean and polish. We've polpulated this fantastic homes with sad children who are being brought up by nannies in the absence of their socialite parents, young couples who have been forced to marry for name and status, and neglected old patriarchs who despair over playboy, philandering heirs, just to name a few plots.
Today we didn't go loiter outside expensive homes, but we nonetheless indulged in a few moments of sour-grapery.
A: I'm sure people who live in such houses must be utterly miserable! Like...
J: Maybe he is a degenerate adulterer! And he has scores of mistresses!
A: And his wife knows all about them, but she puts up with it...
J: Because she just wants the money!
It's a terrible, terrible past-time, but one we thoroughly enjoy. You should try it too. Unless you have a big expensive house. Then you should go tell your security guard to shoot the people standing outside your gate sniggering.
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One of our favourite activities is walking along avenues where the rich have their homes, and speculating about the miserable lives they lead within. In our minds, the houses are impeccably designed, but the rooms are cold and empty, where maids endlessly clean and polish. We've polpulated this fantastic homes with sad children who are being brought up by nannies in the absence of their socialite parents, young couples who have been forced to marry for name and status, and neglected old patriarchs who despair over playboy, philandering heirs, just to name a few plots.
Today we didn't go loiter outside expensive homes, but we nonetheless indulged in a few moments of sour-grapery.
A: I'm sure people who live in such houses must be utterly miserable! Like...
J: Maybe he is a degenerate adulterer! And he has scores of mistresses!
A: And his wife knows all about them, but she puts up with it...
J: Because she just wants the money!
It's a terrible, terrible past-time, but one we thoroughly enjoy. You should try it too. Unless you have a big expensive house. Then you should go tell your security guard to shoot the people standing outside your gate sniggering.
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