#lifestyles
It’s hard to quantify experiences, but to coin someone else's
original phrase, ‘you know it when you feel it.’
Now that I’m living in Paris, at my Grandmère’s 76-room ‘hôtel particulier,’ I find myself on the itchy edge of wealth, influence and power and while I don’t consider myself necessarily of that class, I’m certainly exposed to attempts to drag me into it.
Many afternoons, as I come home wearied by classes and braced for hours of study, there are these silver trays with little white, gold embossed envelopes (invitations), casually placed where they’re unavoidable, and it’s not unusual to find that one of the CMs has laid out a dress for me and a suit for Peter - though we seldom attend these events.
I find myself vociferously defending my schedule (for the thousandth time) - and I’ve only been in school three weeks:
“Grandmère, I’m in med-school, I have homework.”
Let’s wax freeversely of the upper-class (as if I belonged)..
*In elegant but confined houses
where lives unfold in drawing rooms
and the inhabitants are sharp and snobbish.
They struggle against social and ****** constraints -
frustrations essential to the drama and pathos of wealth.
Let the rabble be messily heterogeneous
and agenda-set “inclusivity.” It’s nothing to us.
It hardly foregrounds harmony or authenticity.
Civilized people are more reticent and buttoned-up.
It’s sexier and more romantic, to drive toward marriage,
where lovers work to deserve each other,
and individuals integrate into couples.
Failing this urbane integration, love degenerates
into solipsist libertinism and eventually, these
sad outcasts catch their deaths - apart and alone.*
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Songs for this:
Am I the Same Girl? by Swing Out Sister
It Hasn't Happened Yet by William Shatner
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 6:43 AM UTC
Liberty bell has rung for the
longest time friends come and go
All the time why can't it be
The best news*
I ever heard in a long time
Sleepless nights at bedtime
Sunset opens worth waiting for
Healing- time -heart
We are on Prime- Time
Long healing coffee
Anytime peace of mind
Waiting for the right time
How come its more the wrong time
We all work fulltime long hours
Hits you in a whole lifetime
Nothing heals I love my trees
Maple cherry blossom wild flowers
Having strong bold coffee in
the Eiffel Towers
The train is coming but
the wrong one
All alone holding time
With your coffee cup
Please stop to think
Stirring my coffee
Long wait sometimes life stinks
Cell phones and so many links
Long sip- my- neck- out
Amazon jungle long time -out
Long night-out
Long wait hooked like a bait
Please God! I cannot wait
* * * * *
Long sip Villa- man dressed Vet
He stuck his neck out to her
mind and body set
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 11:57 AM UTC
I sit and ponder
My hip and knees hurt like no other
You ever wonder
About your age?
Growing old,
Unable to escape
I do
It’s frightening
My emotions
Spiraling
Think about this
Its enlightening
Yes, we grow old
But today is the
Youngest i’ll ever be.
That’s something to think
about If you ask me.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
Happy smiles
Busy souls
Hundreds of lifestyles
Achieving goals
Taking time
To readjust
Writing rhymes
Of love and lust
Holding each other
Kisses that never miss a beat
Our hearts always flutter
The taste of you, so sweet
Dancing around the living room
Together, we will bloom
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
She kept making herself smaller,
Putting herself into a box
To try to fit into everyone else's world
Silently praying that one day
She would come across someone
That would open her up
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
no equality, no justice
just racism and sin
another man murdered?
pray for him!
we live in a world where its rare to be comfortable in your own skin.
everyday is a fight trying to discover who you really are within.
money rules everything, and for some of us it takes over
greed, drugs, lust, in control completely.
the only thing we ever see is *** and a glamorized version of reality.
our minds are consumed by the idea of a perfect world
yet the only thing all humans long for is love.
most of us never find it, or when we do we have no idea how to handle it
and the one person who genuinely loves us ends up leaving with no intention of returning.
we live our lives to work.
we follow this routine.
there are those of us who slave for little wages.
those of us who cannot afford a luxurious holiday or birthday.
those of us who can't provide for our children and loved ones,
and those of us who are ignored, and awaiting justice.
we struggle.
some of us never overcome our battles.
that's life,
that's truth.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC