The snow has arrived in earnest today. (Compare the other morning-
to this morning) -
It's just as well I found my snowboots from the cupboard in the cowboy's flat this morning. I can't believe I still don't have enough money saved up to move out anytime soon. What with the cost of now paying social security and health insurance, the ongoing battle with the internet company who still want to charge me for the internet in my flat that I no longer live in and the cost of not only buying Christmas presents but the postage to send stuff to the US and UK (the postage is almost always at least as much as the presents were, if not more) I am no where near having three months' rent saved up. I'm close to having one month, but that's one month's rent according to what the rent in an equivalent place would be now. Which is about 2,000Kč more, at least.
I have to factor in that from now on I may as well add a further 3,000Kč as rent as well, because that's roughly the cost of the health insurance and social security payments, so the outlook isn't good for being able to move out. And at the same time, I know I need to move out, to do the cowboy the courtesy of having his flat back to have other women come to at some point because if he really wants to have children, he's going to need to start looking around for a new girlfriend. And this country is really cruel when it comes to ageism. Once you've hit 40, people seem to assume that's your life pretty much sewn up. If you're a parent by then, then that's all your life will entail until retirement. And by the time you're 60, well, forget having any purpose to your life. You may as well lie in the grave and wait for death.
I must admit I'm getting really tired of this attitude and I feel really sorry for those who truly feel bound by it. I'm grateful that my interpretation of getting older has a bit more fun involved. This was/is my plan anyway, sod what the Czechs think (or anyone else for that matter):
List of things to do in each decade of my life (skipping the childhood bits, which are mostly awful because someone else's always making decisions for you):
20s - Find out all the shitty things that happen in life like not getting the career you want, nor a suitable partner, and get over them quickly because you're still young.
30s - Go through ill-advised mini-midlife crisis and then realise you've got plenty of time to screw up loads more stuff than just career and relationships so you may as well give up on those and get on with learning new stuff. Become dynamically "you" in a stronger, more self-assured way than ever before. Play gigs with a wild disregard for industry 'standards' and just wear what you want and sing whichever songs take your fancy and write cryptic things on social media sites in an 'anti-popularity contest' approach to music marketing. Don't have children because there are about 1,560 reasons why not to and you'll thank yourself when you reach 45 and don't have to live with a teenager as a result. Enjoy the fun of being able to travel and have time to write and read books anyway.
40s - Show everyone what a sexy, hip and happening woman you can be in your 40s when you have the advantage of not having children to deal with and start buying vastly expensive dresses and make up because now's not the time to go for cheap products or materials anymore. But as Simone de Beauvoir put it, there's no need to stop dying your hair blonde, wearing a bikini or flirting with deserving men.
50s - Time to show the world what it really means to be 'une femme d'un certain âge' and write a novel or memoir full of deeply moving insight and wisdom and, of course, acerbic wit. And have a hedonistically blissful love affair in between writing your books and playing your grand piano that your lover donated you. Wear incredibly sexy knee-length black boots and red lipstick all the time. Even when you're shopping in M&S. Infact, especially when you're shopping in M&S.
60s - Write vehemently about politics in opinion columns in newspapers and with the kind of venom that divides people instantly and don't give a shit about it because you've hit the wise old age of 60 and you will NOT apologise to anyone. Go on 'Newsnight' and 'Any Questions?' as a well-known pundit who can be relied upon to be entertaining just because you're so appallingly outspoken and it makes for great TV.
70s - Show how fit and flexible you still are because you never stopped doing aerobics and pilates and amaze people with your freakish strength and youthful demeanour. Pinch men's bottoms in department stores just to show'em who's boss and enjoy being totally irreverent.
80s - Maybe snuggle up now and then with a blanket on your knees as well as a few thick jumpers on, because you're allowed to get a bit cold at this age. Still write achingly moving and pertinent prose though and develop a hot toddy routine involving brandy or rum. Forget to get the piano tuned now and then because you haven't noticed how off-pitch it is, due to diminished hearing ability. Oops.
90s - Write poetry just to piss off a few more people while you still can. Then curl up with a cat and snooze every lunchtime. And be grateful for every day that you wake up and find out you're still alive. It's another day in which to wander about in eccentric clothes and annoy people by pretending to be deaf. Or maybe you actually are deaf. You can't remember.
The end.
(I think.)
Sounds like my kind of woman - apart from the cat maybe...
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