Yuppie... but what else.
Tonight, I drove home in my Mercedes, desperately needing a night in, where I had NO social commitments. I decided I wanted something colorful for dinner (and stress-buster herbs) so I swung by my Whole Foods (ahem: Wild Oats. That place still ain't a Whole Foods, I don't care what the bags say...) and picked up some bean thread noodles, sweet Thai chili sauce, baby bok-choi, red peppers, cilantro, bulk salted roasted cashews, tofu, Kava-Kava and Valerian.
I went through Whole Foods exhausted and dead-eyed in my suit, but made pleasant enough conversation with the cashier... who surmised I was cooking Thai stir-fry. Gold star for her.
Then I drove home to my upside-down-valued condominium-on-the-water, grabbed my mail, looked at my Netflix, and saw that after making my stir fry, listening to 1960s Samba on Pandora (on my iPhone) I would be watching Spellbound, a documentary about spelling bees.
And in the elevator up, I became horribly depressed at how... cliched it seems: Exhausted by a soul-sucking professional job I hate (BUT HAVE, THANK GOD!); German car (sadly, not a hybrid); Whole Foods; Excessive Debt but a nice view; Bean Threads; Netflix Documentary...
Feel free to kick in adjectives that are not "Yuppie;" "Gay (or any variation thereof - ADRIENNE;" or "Poor-little-rich-boy." What IS this existence I'm living? It's not awful - I'm luckier than a damn sight most - I'm not UNHAPPY... but I'm not happy. I'm just... here. Doin' my thing. What's my thing?
posted by SuperBee at 6:58 PM
3 Comments:
I know I have told you before I love your blog - and I say it again!! Sounds to me like you are bored - in a funk! Happens to me all the time and usually I have to get myself out of it with some sort of recharge or reboot. Usually it means I am under-stimulated. Sometimes all it takes is discovering something new, whether it be a new restaurant, a new hiding spot, new hobby... Good luck!
xoxo,
Lola
6:40 AM
Just do your thing, even if Whole Foods and Mercedes are participants. We all fit a cliche of some sort.
10:47 AM
Ahem, why would you surmise that I would say such a thing about you?!
Stop complaining, you gay, whiny, little Jew. The world is your oyster! You drive a mercedes. I drive a Honda. You own a gorgeous condo on the water with a projection TV. I rent a house and bought a tv on sale at Best Buy. You have a great job that you are great at & will only move up the totem pole.
Most of all, you're total botness & that matters above all else!
If you need a change of scenery, you should come to the West Coast & party with me and the Westside Gays!
You're complaining because you want a boyfriend. Don't front. You know it's the pick-me-up you need.
When in doubt, consult your book "Grandma's Dead". It works every time!
2:03 PM
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