ideals and ideas
Apr. 7th, 2003 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesMy sister is, at this very moment, in the air somewhere on her way to Paris for a week. If I could have afforded the airfare and taken the time off, I would be going too. I worry a little about her because the reason she wanted me to go is that I speak French and she doesn't. She'll get by, of course.
I've been thinking about the time I spent in France when I was in college, and mostly remembering the things I liked. I'm very fond of the idea that lunch should be a reason to close everything for two hours and enjoy a meal, preferably at home. Lunch here, on the other hand, is something you have exactly an hour to find and inhale on your way back to work, because of course work is more important than anything else in the world. Sigh.
Another thing I envy the Europeans is the idea of going out every day and buying what you're going to eat for that day. I suppose you can do that here too, but when was the last time you stood behind someone in the grocery store who was buying one or two meals' worth of food? People here just don't do that. You go to the grocery store and buy everything in sight so you don't have to go grocery shopping again for three weeks. OK, I exaggerate, but that's the idea.
One of the things I don't miss is the fact that nobody in France curbs their dogs, so you have to be very careful about where you put your feet on the sidewalk. Which is all sorts of fun when you're trying to run and catch a bus.
Completely unrelated to anything else, I find myself stuck in a sort of social limbo lately. I act too old for men around my own age, and I feel too young for anyone older. Not that they all tell me "you're too young to remember X", but I get to feeling that way anyway. Thank you very much, I know what a turntable is, and I even owned one when I was a kid.
On the other hand, I don't want to start anything with anybody until I know whether I'm spending the next couple of years in Ohio or not. Eventually, in the dim and distant future, I'd like to get married, but I don't want to be having my first kid at 35. I don't really want kids at all, actually. I just don't have the patience for them.
I've been in touch with my first love again lately, and it's bringing up all sorts of thoughts. I know that no two relationships are ever the same, but I want to feel loved like that again. I felt like I was the most important person in the world to somebody and, knowing that, that anything I wanted was possible if I could only figure out how to do it. I miss that, constantly. The thing is, I have no idea if it's possible to find that again with somebody else, because no two relationships are ever alike. I don't think I could in good conscience marry somebody I didn't feel that way about, though.
All right, that's quite enough of that
I've been thinking about the time I spent in France when I was in college, and mostly remembering the things I liked. I'm very fond of the idea that lunch should be a reason to close everything for two hours and enjoy a meal, preferably at home. Lunch here, on the other hand, is something you have exactly an hour to find and inhale on your way back to work, because of course work is more important than anything else in the world. Sigh.
Another thing I envy the Europeans is the idea of going out every day and buying what you're going to eat for that day. I suppose you can do that here too, but when was the last time you stood behind someone in the grocery store who was buying one or two meals' worth of food? People here just don't do that. You go to the grocery store and buy everything in sight so you don't have to go grocery shopping again for three weeks. OK, I exaggerate, but that's the idea.
One of the things I don't miss is the fact that nobody in France curbs their dogs, so you have to be very careful about where you put your feet on the sidewalk. Which is all sorts of fun when you're trying to run and catch a bus.
Completely unrelated to anything else, I find myself stuck in a sort of social limbo lately. I act too old for men around my own age, and I feel too young for anyone older. Not that they all tell me "you're too young to remember X", but I get to feeling that way anyway. Thank you very much, I know what a turntable is, and I even owned one when I was a kid.
On the other hand, I don't want to start anything with anybody until I know whether I'm spending the next couple of years in Ohio or not. Eventually, in the dim and distant future, I'd like to get married, but I don't want to be having my first kid at 35. I don't really want kids at all, actually. I just don't have the patience for them.
I've been in touch with my first love again lately, and it's bringing up all sorts of thoughts. I know that no two relationships are ever the same, but I want to feel loved like that again. I felt like I was the most important person in the world to somebody and, knowing that, that anything I wanted was possible if I could only figure out how to do it. I miss that, constantly. The thing is, I have no idea if it's possible to find that again with somebody else, because no two relationships are ever alike. I don't think I could in good conscience marry somebody I didn't feel that way about, though.
All right, that's quite enough of that
