So, France is actually unlike Buenos Aires in a number of ways. For instance, the EU has actual visa regulations that make it rather difficult for an upper middle class white girl with little or really no teaching experience to obtain a permanent work visa. I was told though that I could work under the table. Oh really? Because that's so reassuring. Thats got sex trade written all over it as far as I'm concerned. I then considered Poland. Surely, good ole Poland would be a bit more relaxed than France. Negative. Apparently the majority of countries that don't offer a side of parasite with their water require extensive documentation to reside in their borders for more than 3 months. Who knew?
But, don't you worry. See I can say little comments like this because I just got my first official blog follower!!! Yep, the people want me. They want to hear more.
To keep you updated, I am currently drinking red wine and listening to the Moulin Rougue soundtrack and hassling other work people to go out with me so that I'm not alone with red wine and Mrs. Rougue. It is a movie based in France though so basically, I'm French and basically, I will no longer be inhibited by paranoid visa laws. Seriously though, France, could you be anymore xenophobic? I merely wish to inundate your up and coming youth with American culture and value systems/marry one of your fallen royalty. One of the two.
So, to go along with the whole depressing metaphysical thang of my past blogs, let's discuss this recent text I received.
First, though, some background. His name is Rick Powers. Yep, no joke, true name.
Stats.
Coloring: Brunette.
Height: 6'1'' (maybe)
Occupation: Theatre.
Interests: Cigarets. Women.
Overall character: Funny kid who makes great little sharpie cartoons, yet is still strangely charming in a sophisticated sort of way.
And he thinks people don't understand him. I just nailed him to a tee.
Anyway, here is the text dialogue. Oh wait, more important background information. I may or may not have been strangely in love with him in a sophisticated way during my freshman year of college. So naturally, our current relationship now involves random drunk texts that usually occur at three month intervals.
(November 25th, 2010 2:21am)
Kelsea: Your weird, but in a good way...and not just in a like oh your a dude but more in a like oh your wierd and intense and I like you as just a person...no clue if that makes sense but yep, true statement.
I like ellispses when I'm drunk...
(November 29th, 2010 1:46am)
Mr. Powers: Hey, I'm drunk.
Kelsea: wakes up at 2:00am, but gives no response to a text so lacking in all possible creative capacities
Kelsea: Ps drunk texts from me say things like I've figured out the universe or let's listen to spring awakening or hey Rick I think your an awesome person...so, you sir need to step up your game if you expect a response.
[I apparently like to quote myself in all of my texts as if I were actually speaking to him]
Rick: no response to a text lacking a necessary response
Rick: So I figured out why everyone is unhappy. I win. Ha!
[it's hard to tell here if Rick's "I win. Ha!" is an exclamation to the universe as a whole or an in-yo-face to me and my desire for more interesting and controversial texts]
Kelsea: Ah and why is everyone so unhappy?
Rick: Because everyone wants someone to have the answers for them but everyone always has a question that they don't have an answer for...i think that's the best way to expain it
Kelsea: So what is your question that makes you unhappy and know one can answer for you?
[I've left in all typos for validity's sake]
Rick: Can you ever really understand another person and ore importantly can anyone understand you?
Kelsea: Isn't that kinda what you are supposed to be looking for? Someone who is just like you or at least on the same level of thinking and values and humor too?
Rick: I agree but its impossible to know if someone really understands you. We'll discuss this when I move back because texting does not enable the necessary discussion level
Kelsea: Ha fine but in a weird way, I feel like some people just get it. Like old souls or something. Some people just understand things. Or I think its a level of being aware of how you act and how other people respond. Yeah, texting don't quite work.
Rick: You are so sweetly naive.
[End convo, Dec. 3 2010 1:09 am]
Honestly, it was his final text that really spurred me to write about this little exchange in the first place. It's a very good line in general. Even just the pairing of words really, "sweetly naive".
Now that said, I think he's wrong. But the diction is nice. Apparently, inspiring even.
Ok well, I've been interrupted and I'm no longer entirely sure why I was quoting this texting conversation in the first place, but I'll be sure to get back to the analysis as soon as possible. I think I was trying to maintain a metaphysical vibe through out my posts. I think this will suffice.
What forever unanswered question will keep you indefinitely unhappy?
It's worth a few minutes reflection for sure. I think from previous posts its evident that my unanswered question would be something along the lines of "why the hell are we here?"
Bon voyage, France. Hallo, Prague.
