Why is everyone so incompetent? Can’t they see I’ve left my corporate status-quo job behind to live a dream I never even knew I had until everything went to shit and I landed in Paris?
Don’t they know that in my dream there was no room or even thoughts of barriers, obstacles, pet peeves, Smiley Susans and Do-Gooder Debbies? Didn’t they know that to live out a dream is to vaguely and foggily go through the motions – not remembering all of the details?
I used to go to boulangeries and patisseries (love how there are two business models for breads and pastries) at 5am – it was the best hangover food ever. There I was, 20 year old Anglo-Canadian in Dieppe, “finding myself” by getting sloshed with the locals – all friends of a pizza-shop owner… I think I stayed in a hostel and then a room above the shop. Moroccan and Algerian men were my ‘crew’. I had a new marriage proposal almost daily.
So there I was – barking like a dragon at 5am after a night of dancing – demanding I be taken to the back door of the bakery at 5am to devour the freshest, warmest, ooey and gooey-ist of chocolate croissants you can ever imagine… what a sight?!
Noticeably – these marriage proposals came at the beginning of the night – not while the pumpkin carriage disappeared and the entitled, bossy dragon-lady emerged from the depths of her mascara-stained eyes. They must have really wanted to escape their current lives to run away with me back to Canada.
If paperwork and legalese weren’t so serious – I probably could have had five plus husbands by now – all of them receiving their ticket to perceived freedom.
where rivers are born 