The Happy Couch Potatoe

[mothwing]

I have the very evil I swore myself in my childish, idealistic days of lazy feminism I was never to become:

Dun-dun-DUN:

A housewife.

A housewife who does not only darn clothes and do other needlework not only for herself but also for others, but also a housewife who enjoys cooking and goes to church, taking her girl lunch boxes when she is at choir rehearsals on Sundays.

Where is my life?
I could have sworn I had it just a second ago. I could have sworn I once had hobbies and actually... DID things. I can't possibly always have been sitting at home, going: "Now, I have three hours, what do I do? ... ... I know. I can do the washing up. ... ... What next? ... ... That bathroom could do with cleaning. ... ... And I can mend Crocky's sweater."

When other girlfriends of over people behaved like that, I always thought they were being absolutely pathetic and let their boyfriends treat them like servants and all that. Maybe it wasn't like that at all and they had just lost their lives somewhere in spite of a lovely, loving spouse.

Well, and then, there is that other issue.
For Scottish terms I am antisocial - I am anti-alcoholic.
Well, not really, but somehow I don't go out and get drunk every night. Everyone here is going out ALL the time. And I... well, don't.
I've never been much of a going-out person, there are memorable occasions on which I tried to go out with Jaywalker23 which ended with us not even finding the place we wanted to go to and eating fish and chips on the Reeperbahn, the most famously infamous area in Hamburg. Which was deserted at the time and a bit boring.

And thus I have become something else I wouldn't have ever thought possible: a responsible grown-up.
There just is no comparison between the things I do and what my peers are up to on weekends:

"So, how was your weekend?"
"Yeah, we went to this great party, had the full boozing session with the guys - I have never been so drunk in my entire life! I vomited all over the place! I have no clue about <i>how</I> on earth I got home, but I woke up in the kitchen of our flat, next to this big guy who was tattooed all over, good that the Queen Margaret's Union's handing out all those free condoms! It was great! And you?"
"Well, I stayed home and read a book. Oh, and on Sunday I went to service and took my girlfriend, who sings in the choir, a lunch box. Then I went home and did the washing up. Then I made dinner. Then I read some more."

Sounds somewhat - boring, no?

On a happier note - I have found a charity. Well, the charity has found me. A guy in my Russian class, from Berlin, incidentally, was one of the people who founded it. They want to coordinate and organise charities on campus, do some good work themselves while not restricting themselves to one highly specific, very local aim as the others tend to.
Best example: the Glasgow student AIDS committee or what they're called. They wanted to inform students about AIDS and HIV. How do you get students to turn up somewhere? Yip, that's right, free alcohol. So they threw a party against AIDS and informed people about AIDS and HIV - on that party. I wonder how they managed, everybody told me afterwards about how much fun they had with the free booze they handed out.
We're trying to take a different approach to do some good work, but it's hard. At the moment, we're doing some stuff for Unicef. Part of our wee organisation is devoted to Unicef work.
Well, we'll see how everything works out. At the moment everyone is busy fighting over mailservers and logos and that kind of stuff.

 Well, and I have joined a Creative Writing Society. They are frightfully good at their stuff. Really great, talented guys. I was quite ashamed of the text I took along and read to this bunch of native speakers. But they were kind and some even seemed to like it. It was a great feeling to discuss things I had written with others again, I had missed it during the time in which I just did not write at all. Now I have started and produce immense loads of bad, half-baked ideas for novels which will always stay unwritten. It's great fun.

Life with Crocky is every bit as wonderful as it had promised to be. I never would have thought that being able to live together with the person you love makes such a difference. There are no words to describe how happy it makes me that she is here with me, no words for the knowledge that when I go home, I go home together with her, that it is our flat we are returning to, that we can spend most of the day with each other and that we even are seeing each other at the uni most of the day. Everything is so perfect it makes me anxious to find the cracks in this bubble of perfection I have stumbled into.

Off to an extra choir rehearsal now, without Crocky supporting me, though. All alone with the other Altos! Ah, well. I hope there are a few people who actually know what's going on. Or ought to be going on.

Love and hugs to all!

Comments

[moonystone.livejournal.com]

Schön zu hören, dass es dir gut geht! Und glaub mir, irgendiwe funktioniert das in der Postmoderne, gleichzeitig emanzipiert und Hausfrau zu sein. Bei mir gehts auch, immer mal wieder, so phasenweise. *hust*
Schreib doch bitte wieder was, ich möchte auch mal was von dir lesen!

Das mit dem wild in der Gegend Rumsaufen sollte ich nicht allzu anstößig finden, schließlich bin ich grad selbst von einem Glühwein-Besäufnis nach Hause getorkelt (was eigentlich ein Videoabend sein sollte, nur dass wir im Endeffekt nix gesehen haben). Immerhin kann ich noch halbwegs fehlerfrei tippen... Aber der Rest von dieser Ausgehsache geht dann doch etwas zu weit...

Liebe Grüße an dich und Crocky!

[mothwing.livejournal.com]

Hallo du! *wink*

Glaub mir, wenn du hier waerest, wuerdest du es auch anstoessig finden. Wie die sich auffuehren... Ich quote nur die Mitbewohnerin von ner Freundin, in die Kueche torkelnd: "Guys, I sooo need to get drunk: I NEED TO GET LAID!!!"

Die ist so.. 17? Irgendwie verwirren die mich. :D

Liebe Gruesse von uns zurueck!

[lordhellebore]

*archs eyebrow* Das ist...eklig. Nicht verwirrend sondern echt eklig.

[mothwing.livejournal.com]

Nech? Am besten hat mir immer noch der alte Brauch aus der Fresher's Week gefallen: "Pulling a Fresher". Grosse, boese 2nd Years and 3rd Years gehen los, fuellen kleine Ersties ab und... "pullen" sie. Wer am ende der Woche die meisten hat, hat gewonnen. Yeehaw!

[lordhellebore]

"Pull" im Sinne von "abschleppen", ja? Ihbähpfui!

[mothwing.livejournal.com]

Yup. Und abfuellen.