The Conversational Corners I Paint Myself Into

Egyptian sales guy (devout Muslim) throws up his hands and says:

"You donít believe in God, you have no church, you have no wife, no girlfriend, and no family with you, you donít have a home, you travel 10 years from your country Ö Yet you say you are happy. Why are you even alive?"

E@L slices wrist with bread knife.

And then thinks: and you have an ageing mother who is showing signs of increasing frailty and who asked you on her most recent phone call, "Why don't you give all that up and just come home?"

And you landlord is about to raise your rent 60%, and you don't know if your next contract will cover the increase. If you're going to go back, it might as well be now, before you sign anything...

And you feel like you're eighty-plus yourself, with your continuously sore feet and your wasting thighs (post not doing enough recuperative exercises) and your dodgy knees, and your aching neck and your burgeouning prostate and your flailing intestines and your inability to drink Al-Cohol and calm all this panic down due to the foot-nerve drugs you are on...

And you read more and more books which feature middle-aged professional men experiencing the anomie and dissillusionment of their mid-life crises, the non-recognition of themselves when they examine that wrinkled, bloated, bald old man who has stolen their youthful eyes, and examines back at them from the mirror, as from the abyss.

And yet you just purchased another flat (in Townsville, to go with the Noosa Heads one) and need a high salary to get a loan should that become necessary, so you have to stay.

Why AM I doing this? What purpose does it serve?

And I don't mean blogging, although that is another incredibly important question. Why am I telling you this?

E@L

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Posted by: expat@large on May 24, 08 | 5:47 am | Profile


OTHER MONKEYS SAID



because you know we'll listen and only offer advice if you ask, sugar! xoxo


Posted by: savannah on May 24, 08 | 7:30 am

You aren't telling us it mate, you are reminding yourself of the reasons to stay or the reasons to go...

...and you should move out East, it's cheaper.


Posted by: Indiana on May 24, 08 | 5:16 pm

Sav: you are my little ray of sunshine! Hell, you're EVERYBODY'S little ray of sunshine!

Indy: The Momsy's request was a stabbing one... Time for a holiday in Geelong, to reassure her and to see what going wrong with them damned Cats.

But other than watch footy each weekend and play golf for $15 a round as everyone I used to know gets older and sicker, (as *I* get older and sicker) go back to what? 25% of the salary taxed 400% higher?

Eastcoast, smaller flat, it's looking on the cards. Pull that chair out at BFD for me!


Posted by: expat@large on May 24, 08 | 5:37 pm

thank you, sugar! you know i adore all y'all! xoxo


Posted by: savannah on May 24, 08 | 8:59 pm

Feel free to unburden yourself E@L. We don't mind and you do it so well.


Posted by: Dick on May 24, 08 | 9:57 pm

Sav: we do, we do!

Dick: back at ya...


Posted by: expat@large on May 24, 08 | 10:07 pm

This is an exceptional post E@L.


Posted by: dagg on May 24, 08 | 11:41 pm

Dagg: you were supposed to say that about the previous post, the one that took me three days to write, not this fifteen minute ex-tempore throw-away! (But obviously the topic has been brewing in my brain for quite a while...)


Posted by: expat@large on May 25, 08 | 4:24 am

Don't give up! The world back home is boring...................


Posted by: Skippy-san on May 25, 08 | 12:33 pm

Skip: don't I know it.


Posted by: expat@large on May 25, 08 | 5:52 pm

The previous post is good reading. There's a certain quality to this posting that sings a different tune.


Posted by: dagg on May 26, 08 | 12:19 am

Dagg: wasn't fishing for compliments but thanx anyway. The singing word is maybe "dirge"... ?


Posted by: expat@large on May 26, 08 | 1:43 am


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