Luck Be a Lady? Think Again!

Gosh, men. They seem to have it all, don’t they? The higher wages, the ability to objectify women with no repercussions and the general holding of power in the world. Just your basic male stuff. I don’t blame some of them for not being number one fans of the feminist movement. I too would be wary of something that could dismantle and take away all the precious things that only I can have, in a system that benefits me. Men have all the luck!

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I’m a Woman, But I’m Not a Lady

“Well, she’s all you’d ever want
She’s the kind I like to flaunt and take to dinner
But she always knows her place
She’s got style, she’s got grace, she’s a winner
She’s a lady.”

She’s A Lady, Tom Jones.

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… But it’s where I am.

Rather than send out a string vaguely sad seeming Tweets, I thought I’d document this particular evening of melancholy here, on my blog. This post, in length and content, will be significantly lower than others #sorrynotsorry. Tonight I realised that where I am right now, here in France, is not where I’m supposed to be. But it’s where I am.

If I’m being totally honest with myself, the idea of quitting has crossed my mind as my Christmas holidays came to an end. Maybe my 8 AM flight had something to do with that, but I think it’s more than that. I’ve seen a few posts on the various TApIF Facebook groups about the quitting process, and I thought, I’m not alone. Other people must be bowing out early, maybe I can too.

I came back on Monday. It’s Friday evening, and I feel no better than when I first arrived back. I feel worse. My Christmas holidays were filled with friends, family and wine. I didn’t have time to think about coming back or process how I might be feeling about that. Then I got back to my apartment, the room I spend the majority of my time in here, and thought, fuck. I’m here again. I did not want to be.

I have a fair idea of how my life will turn out, or rather, how I would like it turn out. It does not involve French. I don’t want to take my French any further. Yeah, the idea of being fluent in a language is nice but obviously not tempting enough for me to actually to try become fluent. If I end up teaching, it will not be teaching a foreign language. I have years of teaching experience that tells me that I do like teaching, but not teaching people who don’t speak my language. That’s a whole different ballgam. My degree requires me to spend at least three months abroad. *looks at calendar* I’ve done that. Technically, there’s nothing to say that I can’t just quit right now, and head on the next flight home.

I won’t, of course. And I don’t really know why. I am not supposed to be here. Maybe further, and I mean reaaaally further down the line, I will see how this time will benefit me. But right now, it seems a bit like a waste of a few months. Instantly typing that I feel ashamed that I said that about having the opportunity to live and work abroad. I know how lucky I am to be here, but that doesn’t mean it’s not hard. That doesn’t mean that I will love the experience. It doesn’t mean that it’s for me. 

So right now, I’m not feeling great. My boyfriend tells me to go out and do things, go to the gym, meet up with my friend, and get out of my room. But it’s hard to find the motivation to do that when you just don’t want to be here in the first place. And I know it’s a viscous circle, that staying inside will only make it worse. It probably has, too. 

Also, my laptop died. I’m still in mourning. 

The contrast between this post and my last one is laughable. My last post was about looking beyond yourself, and I can’t see anything beyond myself, because I’m too down to leave my damn room. This, is not where I should be. It’s not where I want be.

But it’s where I am.

Soaps and Chats and be3 – Just Girly Things

Last week TV3 Ireland announced that it would be rebranding its channels, and, drum roll please ladies, introducing a brand new, female focused channel. Thank God. Me and my vagina were struggling with what to watch!

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An Ode To My Abode

First thing’s first, if that title didn’t make you L-O-L then I’m not sure you’re the type of person I want reading this blog. But then again I am needy and in constant need of attention so who am I to turn away readers?

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Don’t Let Actions Get Lonely: They Need Words Too

2016. You’ve been a hell of a year. I don’t think I’m quite ready to look back on all that you’ve brought and simultaneously destroyed for us, but I think we can all say that this year is like no other. It brought out the worst in many, but, like every cloud, there is a silver lining (if you squint really carefully). While this year may have been the year America elected a man that requires too many adjectives for a solid English sentence, the reaction to this world-changing event has been both disheartening and encouraging.

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I’m Still Here!

Hello, hello, hello people of WordPress and beyond. Long time no type. How y’all doin’? (I heard it. I won’t say it again. Promise). It has been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve blogged. Summer was supposed to be the time where my blog takes off, instead it’s been more stagnant than ever. I feel very guilty about neglecting my little space of internet. Continue reading “I’m Still Here!”

Learn To Love The Silence

My brain and I have had a tough time lately. I’m a worrier at the best of times, so when something goes wrong, or rather when I think something has gone wrong, my brain and my worrying skills come out to play and go into overdrive. And it’s so very shit.
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