I managed to surprise a whole bunch of people when I decided to live all by myself in a city that's not the safest place in the world. More than being concerned about my safety, people were shocked to know that I had decided against a roommate. The easiest response to give them was that it is hard to study when you have a roommate. But my reasons were much deeper than that. For one, I really needed to learn how to manage everything on my own. But more importantly, being the loner that I am, I wanted uncensored time to myself and my thoughts. The worse kind of intrusion to a person like me would be someone who wouldn't give me adequate time with my thoughts, for there are too many, and it takes a whole lot of effort to organise them. And given that I have nine hour days, another person to come back home to and entertain would have been no more than a burden.
So anyhow, my decision to stay alone brought with it inadvertent responsibilities. My day begins with washing utensils, clearing the trash, then I mop my bathroom floor and take a quick shower. I do all of that in an hour, which is a big surprise, considering that I used to take forty five minute showers when I had the luxury of not having to do anything else but groom and read. And even more surprisingly, I feel just as clean after a ten minute shower as I did after a forty five minute shower! At 8.45 Jenny, my classmate, comes home and we leave for college. Classes till 1.30, and then we rush off to the only market there is in the city for lunch. We are regulars at a small Italian cafe. An hour and a half spent talking about all sorts of things under the sun - ex-boyfriends and no hope left of finding mr.right, wannabe twenty-somethings and elitist thrity-somethings, feeling proud for being elitist intellectuals and not some bimbos; intellectualism, vandalism, major egosentrism - there's nothing like bonding with your girls! Nearing the time for our afternoon classes, we inevitably spend the last fifteen minutes at the cafe convincing our classmates over the phone to get the rest of the classes cancelled. But it never works in our favour. And so never before 3.00, we drag ourselves back to college for 2.40 class, only to find out that the teachers are only marking attendance! And then we drive back home, Jenny usually accompanies me. We hang out for a while at home before she goes back to her pad. And then I have the rest of the evening to myself, which is spent reading a bit, studying a bit, socializing a bit, cooking a bit, cleaning a bit... and then I take a shower and by bed time, I am exhausted and I sleep as a log.
That is thrice a week. On the days of field work, I meet my old girlfriends... Since my field work hasn't really taken off, I just spend those days mainly catching up with old friends or reading. I am hoping that my internship kicks off next tuesday. I am quite thrilled about my new placement, which is at a reputed hospital, under a big shot Psychiatrist. I have a strong feeling that I will be overworked there. I shall find out on tuesday. Till then, it's big time socializing.
My life may not be all that eventful, but I love every second of it. I do not happen to be fond of partying (as certain people think) and neither am I a late night person. I am quite an old lady in the body of a 21-year-old. I enjoy Frank Sinatra and Peggy Lee, I love reading classics and I worship Friedrich Nietzsche, Psychology is my religion. I love watching plays. And yes, I like going to gigs, not so much for the music, but because that is perhaps the only thing that makes me feel young.
So that's my life. Content, for I am doing something that I would not have a reason to live without; Happy, for I have the nicest girlfriends in the world; Deeply Amused, for I have a musical playing in my mind all the time... In brief, I am in love with life!
So anyhow, my decision to stay alone brought with it inadvertent responsibilities. My day begins with washing utensils, clearing the trash, then I mop my bathroom floor and take a quick shower. I do all of that in an hour, which is a big surprise, considering that I used to take forty five minute showers when I had the luxury of not having to do anything else but groom and read. And even more surprisingly, I feel just as clean after a ten minute shower as I did after a forty five minute shower! At 8.45 Jenny, my classmate, comes home and we leave for college. Classes till 1.30, and then we rush off to the only market there is in the city for lunch. We are regulars at a small Italian cafe. An hour and a half spent talking about all sorts of things under the sun - ex-boyfriends and no hope left of finding mr.right, wannabe twenty-somethings and elitist thrity-somethings, feeling proud for being elitist intellectuals and not some bimbos; intellectualism, vandalism, major egosentrism - there's nothing like bonding with your girls! Nearing the time for our afternoon classes, we inevitably spend the last fifteen minutes at the cafe convincing our classmates over the phone to get the rest of the classes cancelled. But it never works in our favour. And so never before 3.00, we drag ourselves back to college for 2.40 class, only to find out that the teachers are only marking attendance! And then we drive back home, Jenny usually accompanies me. We hang out for a while at home before she goes back to her pad. And then I have the rest of the evening to myself, which is spent reading a bit, studying a bit, socializing a bit, cooking a bit, cleaning a bit... and then I take a shower and by bed time, I am exhausted and I sleep as a log.
That is thrice a week. On the days of field work, I meet my old girlfriends... Since my field work hasn't really taken off, I just spend those days mainly catching up with old friends or reading. I am hoping that my internship kicks off next tuesday. I am quite thrilled about my new placement, which is at a reputed hospital, under a big shot Psychiatrist. I have a strong feeling that I will be overworked there. I shall find out on tuesday. Till then, it's big time socializing.
My life may not be all that eventful, but I love every second of it. I do not happen to be fond of partying (as certain people think) and neither am I a late night person. I am quite an old lady in the body of a 21-year-old. I enjoy Frank Sinatra and Peggy Lee, I love reading classics and I worship Friedrich Nietzsche, Psychology is my religion. I love watching plays. And yes, I like going to gigs, not so much for the music, but because that is perhaps the only thing that makes me feel young.
So that's my life. Content, for I am doing something that I would not have a reason to live without; Happy, for I have the nicest girlfriends in the world; Deeply Amused, for I have a musical playing in my mind all the time... In brief, I am in love with life!
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