mandatory leave 2007

it's by far the grandest concept ever. how can anything be grander?

two weeks.

fourteen days.

freedom from the bad coffee, the over-sanitised environment that houses rodents, the flickering antiquated computer screens, the growing angst arising from the muck of school-girl politics,

far, far, away from all of the above.

so why is it so difficult to digest the fact that i might not want to escape from the general 5 sq mile area of the workplace? or my parents? why does a vacation have to mean escape in the literal, physical sense?


of course, if i had the chance/choice, i'd like to have gone that way too. it is an entirely different matter that my dearest friends were unable to accomodate me for even 2 of the 14 days. but then, that's an entirely separate rant.


for the sake of this post, let us assume i am over this minor discomfort. and that reoccurring stabbing pain in the stomach, at having wasted 14 good days of my youth.

i found "sex and the city".

for 300 bucks, it's far beyond a steal. but the real price i'm paying is through the gross obsessing that i am indulging in. not in the pervy sense. but in the sense of constantly associating with the stories, the characters, the situations and the reactions to situations. minus the sex.

it's actually not that awesome. 4 stereotypical women - the horny slut looking for true love, the princess looking for her way back into the fairy-tale, the cynical intelligent cute but not pretty lawyer bitch looking for someone take her caustic shit and still stand by her, the neurotic, chain smoking, self-obsessed writer looking for the wrong man.

and of course, the eternally unattainable men, who turn into emotional puppies, the instant the compass needle of interest points away from them.

the close scrutiny of relationships, the endless autopsy of mistakes made, the mindnumbing self-indulgence - all of this would make a normally mature individual laugh at how TV show creators will stoop to any level to dress up and sell the age old tale of a single woman in her mid 30's.

i, on the other hand, am consistently intrigued by how real these women are, even if they are caricatures of real people.

minus the promiscuity, isn't it a wonderful life to aspire for? of independence, and complete responsibility for your own doings. with no one but your friends to hold your hair back as you throw up on your latest outfit, and BIG mistake.