It's more than ok
I am so drunk! Perhaps it’s better you don’t bother read this.
Today, I hit the big FOUR ONE, I’m forty one years on this planet. By and large, I think I’ve made a mess of it. I’ve slept too much and I spend too much time worrying about things.
Two years ago, I decided to change my life. I decided to commit my life to the one I live here in Greece; so I bought a flat in an area that is supposedly the second most densely populated area in the world - so I’ve been told.
I woke up this morning going “Hey today is your birthday. You should spend it on your own.” Then I started remembering my thirty-ninth, where I spent it on my own welcoming my fourth decade in life having bought a flat, where I hope to die in. I didn’t just buy any old flat. I didn’t buy a small one. I bought one that I (had) hoped I could share with someone and with enough space to be able to invite people over for dinner. In my fantasy, I am in a relationship and I have lots of friends.
So the first morning of my forty-first year, I spend watching an episode of “Brothers and sisters” (I’m so drunk WORD is correcting almost every word I write) thinking I’ll invite everyone to a bar and be done with it. But then I remembered myself two years ago telling myself why I had bought this big flat for one person. I had bought it to share it with others. So, at twelve noon I decided I would bake a quiche and if the quiche would be successful, I would invite all those close to me, and who lived near me, to a free drink at my flat.
The quiche worked out.
The ones who didn’t come had a genuine excuse (one had lost the feeling on her left side). The ones who came also (unexpectedly, surprisingly, what-the-fuckingly) brought their partners; meaning I had straight men in the corner of my sitting room trying to make conversation. with each other.
Getting too drunk now. But all I can say is thank everyone who came. I put a lot of effort into it and it RETURNED DIVIDENDS. I have 'abandoned' my family in Ireland (though now with the internet and my brother's noew-found wilingness to get a video camera amy alter that slightly)in return for the life I live. I am alone in life. I don’t like it, but it’s more than ok. I am more than grateful to everyone who came; it’s more than I could ever have hoped for and I wish I could believe in someone to thank them for it.
On a side note, I danced Irish jigs and reels, Greek (I don’t know from where - I think for Ipiros. I adore the music from Ipiros) and even I waltzed to Edith Piaf and to the ultimate song “Parlez mou l’amour” by Lucienne Boyer. To my mind, it is the most beautiful song on the planet (not that I’ve heard all genres) and it saddens me so much that she died in poverty. Life can be cruel ......... and blissful.
Today, I hit the big FOUR ONE, I’m forty one years on this planet. By and large, I think I’ve made a mess of it. I’ve slept too much and I spend too much time worrying about things.
Two years ago, I decided to change my life. I decided to commit my life to the one I live here in Greece; so I bought a flat in an area that is supposedly the second most densely populated area in the world - so I’ve been told.
I woke up this morning going “Hey today is your birthday. You should spend it on your own.” Then I started remembering my thirty-ninth, where I spent it on my own welcoming my fourth decade in life having bought a flat, where I hope to die in. I didn’t just buy any old flat. I didn’t buy a small one. I bought one that I (had) hoped I could share with someone and with enough space to be able to invite people over for dinner. In my fantasy, I am in a relationship and I have lots of friends.
So the first morning of my forty-first year, I spend watching an episode of “Brothers and sisters” (I’m so drunk WORD is correcting almost every word I write) thinking I’ll invite everyone to a bar and be done with it. But then I remembered myself two years ago telling myself why I had bought this big flat for one person. I had bought it to share it with others. So, at twelve noon I decided I would bake a quiche and if the quiche would be successful, I would invite all those close to me, and who lived near me, to a free drink at my flat.
The quiche worked out.
The ones who didn’t come had a genuine excuse (one had lost the feeling on her left side). The ones who came also (unexpectedly, surprisingly, what-the-fuckingly) brought their partners; meaning I had straight men in the corner of my sitting room trying to make conversation. with each other.
Getting too drunk now. But all I can say is thank everyone who came. I put a lot of effort into it and it RETURNED DIVIDENDS. I have 'abandoned' my family in Ireland (though now with the internet and my brother's noew-found wilingness to get a video camera amy alter that slightly)in return for the life I live. I am alone in life. I don’t like it, but it’s more than ok. I am more than grateful to everyone who came; it’s more than I could ever have hoped for and I wish I could believe in someone to thank them for it.
On a side note, I danced Irish jigs and reels, Greek (I don’t know from where - I think for Ipiros. I adore the music from Ipiros) and even I waltzed to Edith Piaf and to the ultimate song “Parlez mou l’amour” by Lucienne Boyer. To my mind, it is the most beautiful song on the planet (not that I’ve heard all genres) and it saddens me so much that she died in poverty. Life can be cruel ......... and blissful.