Today there is to be a party, it is for business but they seem to pretend it’s for social fun. They really just want the excuse to show off their new toys; or paintings; or trophy chicks or the latest of tech/$$$. I have been now to three of these and they’re exhausting. Walking in heels on Davi’s floor doesn’t help.
What I like about these events I guess is the internal remarks I tell myself and some good material of how the super wealthy throw out money. I’d cry if I didn’t feel so numb. That vacation I have meant to go on? It’s starting to feel necessary; this is an old act I have done ’the hostess’—my mother’s world(and my professional past in management, running events) ; it kicks in and I start finding myself ‘working the room’ as she called it as if I never forgot how ….”you’re from where? How exciting! How do you like it here? —me? I’m from everywhere ! —let me freshen up your drink—more ice?”
I can find the equilibrium but it feels further and further away from ….all the things that are me, but it seems everyone likes this her so much—this me is dissolving in them and should I not care?I don’t care. Can I be happy with this? I guess money solves everything.
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