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Time drips slowly, meditatively, until random blips and pings mark another hour, another Friday, a new month. I am bathed in solitude; so much of it, as a matter of fact, that I can jar it and make a nice buck on ebay. It's easy to be alone at thirty, because you still got your health but already discarded the imaginary fears of youth. (Me: old, wise, calm, porous. You: Girl, get over yourself! Smirks. Curtain)
At this point you know your true friends, your strengths and your weak spots. Human vice, ugliness, baseness is no longer surprising. You also know not to look for a daddy/teacher figure. Not to take home the strays. Not to complain, sulk and wait.
Small Jersey towns aren't any different from their Caribbean, European or South American counterparts. A mix of homey and chain restaurants, a bakery, a school building, a gas station, and a store. Nice people who'll serve you food, keep it civil and give you directions. Then you just fuel that ivory tower of yours and keep on rolling.
At this point, I usually cock my head, smile and pull the rug from underneath. But I don't feel like proving anything to anyone.
At this point you know your true friends, your strengths and your weak spots. Human vice, ugliness, baseness is no longer surprising. You also know not to look for a daddy/teacher figure. Not to take home the strays. Not to complain, sulk and wait.
Small Jersey towns aren't any different from their Caribbean, European or South American counterparts. A mix of homey and chain restaurants, a bakery, a school building, a gas station, and a store. Nice people who'll serve you food, keep it civil and give you directions. Then you just fuel that ivory tower of yours and keep on rolling.
At this point, I usually cock my head, smile and pull the rug from underneath. But I don't feel like proving anything to anyone.