49 done with guilt trips Cat is trying to guilt trip me for leaving the village last night This is getting exhausting I tried to be nice, I invited her out to the beach and the pool "No we must wait Aly, he is sleep and I make him breakfast" ... Two questions 1. Why do you have to wait for your 42 year old grown ass man? 2. Why the hell would I have to wait for him. HE'S NOT MY HUSBAND. I'm not waiting Cat "Okay go" shrug and pursed lips Lady, I'm not sleeping with you, that's not going to work on me The constant baba fawning is off putting too I was so grateful to her for cooking and cleaning And I felt really bad for her situation when she kept knocking at my door and complaining about Aly and Egypt But after chatting in circles, I realised she wants the role of the persecuted housewife I'm supposed to make bitter jokes in the kitchen and sigh and say "aaah what can we do, boys will be boys" Fuck. That. I talked to my blast-from-the-past friend I felt like me Let's call her Emma We talked about art and literature and Egypt and gender and mushrooms and the economy and being so horny you want to die We talked about being suffocated and stuffed into these tiny lives Mama, aunt, daughter We talked about how wild we used to be, how we were everywhere The lovers we had in common Smoking on rooftops, dancing on mountains in Sinai She was a hair and shoes magazine writer too -- we kept trying to sneak in substance If the brief was about diamonds, I'd write about the socio-economic significance of the traditional shabka Emma was purely arts and culture -- they tried to make her do features on popular actors and she'd interview the weirdest unknown independent filmmakers instead I cried as we talked I really want to take off her clothes and tangle up our limbs and cry and feel her orgasm on my hands Have to go do angry laps Angry angry laps (Thankfully Z, Riri and Biso have abandoned the village for better beaches since the tide is awful) |