Today a week ago I was lying on my friend’s floor, staring at the ceiling in that dazed manner, trying to exert as little movement as possible. Except for the difficult task of thinking how to move my sunglasses from across the house onto my face, short of leopard crawling down the hallway. I was in charge of ensuring the repeating Kooks’ album would not skip on the pre-gramophone compact disc player. My Fidel friend was scrubbing furiously at the massive red wine stain left in the carpet from the night before. And a crazy divine chickie contemplated the unthinkable – jogging the alcohol out of her system. A few hours later my tasty breakfast had an altercation with the 5am-consumed tequila. The tequila, of course, won.
This week I have post-weekend Losers. Right now I am of the belief that I would prefer the hangover. That’s the thing about Loser Complex; one loses all perspective and relativity.
It might stem from the sadness that comes with saying farewell to a friend. And yesterday I had to say goodbye to two good friends. Both off to exotic destinations in other parts of the world; not that I am too certain of the exoticism of Switzerland but it has snow, my friend has a dirty mind, and the two will go well together into disturbing those dear Swiss! We are all kidding ourselves that is a 3 month contract, but when a man hands you half of his wine collection & a six pack because “he won’t be needing it” it finally hits home. I know full well that when the “people” he is off to work for get you into their web, you’re stuck indefinitely. That made me quietly sad.
Then I had to head Jolly-wards because all of a sudden I was informed, although still denying, that my goofball friend had less than 18 hours left in Jozi until he was off for a year….at least.
His farewell gift to me was to tell me I had been a better lay those many many “in the closest” years ago than some of his worst gay shags. What does a straight chick do with this piece of information??
And as always I am left thinking… Globalisation is a bitch.
It might also have to do with my alcohol vs. healthy food intake yesterday. If a brie-packed croissant can be considered healthy. As well as my sun-and-heatwave intake this whole weekend. Though, ooooo baby, I have one kick-ass, if not slightly amusing, tan!
There is something else at play in my mind. But that is for my subconscious to deal with. Not that it is even willing to do so, as it demonstrated by keeping me wide eyed from 1am to 3am this morning.
Bugger it all. Mentally & emotionally, I am on break until February.
And if I hear the word “detox” splurge from one more person’s mouth, they are going to have the irrational rage of this complex unleashed on their idealism before they can even sip on their green tea!
Welcome back to the office all of you. If you are looking for happier posts, surprisingly, read last week’s.