i won't pretend to be a pastel-coloured barbie - household appliances manufacturer

There is something in the hotel room that will eventually turn the initial happiness into frustration.
When you can't watch the princess diary for a feeper-
For the fourth viewing, you find yourself driven to the Hall by some unseen force --
Even if it's just sitting in an armchair pretending to read your book.
Today, I have been staying at a hotel in Miami where there is a job assignment, apparently holding some sort of cheerleading convention.
When I got to reception, a pastel --
On the way to check, a group of colored Barbies swallowed me upin.
Within a moment, they all talked to each other in different ways, nodding their heads to the beat of their chatter.
Their clothes are nearby. it identical -
Interestingly, they avoided the designer.
Label package and all other paidand-display knick-
The usual must-have gadgethaves.
Out of about 50 women, all but a few have Scrubscombed hair -
It's like broken wheat, but it pops up on the edge.
When a cheerleader watches another cheerleader she may not have seen for a while, they all perform a ritual dance.
First: a long and tall scream when they point to each other.
They then bend at the waist and press on the spot for a while before charging forward to exchange the flowing airkisses.
At the end of the dance, the chorus of the chorus was: "Look at yeouwa, amigaad, and look at yeouwa.
I asked Domenico.
The only person at the reception who was not fully employed to shout "have a good day now --
Who are these people?
"Ah," he said, "they work for a large home appliance manufacturer, their annual beano.
"I stayed a little longer and my feet cried again --
Stamping clapped his feet and began to feel very tired.
Are they all on drugs?
Why are they so happy?
What made them so excited and where did they get all the energy from step ford?
I find myself missing England, where it is almost a matter of professional pride to let people see that you are bored, tired, cold, not in the mood or tired.
Anyway, they may not be happy at all.
When I met some delegates later in the day, wandering around with their husband or children, their body language changed: their manners seemed to have withered and become lazy.
I think the action they took earlier today for each other was due to peer pressure --
Not to mention the unwritten amendments to the Constitution of the United States, which makes the heartbreaking look almost mandatory in the company of others.
No, thank you. this happiness is not suitable for me.
If you 've been on the road for a long time, trying to predict all the little things that can go wrong requires quite a bit of conversation in your head.
Isolation was a luxury at first;
No one is bothering you around, but after a while you start thinking --
So I began to take a serious look at my life.
Over the past three months, I woke up sadly and wandered around my apartment feeling as if I had lost something.
Now I finally realize that I have
I lost the most important thing: my peace.
I can't be sure just when it's gone, but it's been missing for a while.
Six years ago, I was just freed from drugs. without children, without marriage, without money, without home, my life would be gone.
But even so, I was forced to kneel down in the ruins of my past life, and I was blessed with peace of mind.
It helps me survive in dim reality and it helps me forgive myself for what I do to the people I love and myself.
I have learned that by moving forward with Dolly, life will eventually become better, and it will become better exponentially after a while.
It makes no sense to look back on the past, and my life is now quite unrecognizable to myself before.
However, I still believe that no matter what I choose to happen to me unconsciously, I can't blame anyone for my disaster.
Last night, as our (long-delayed)
After the plane landed, people called their family and friends in advance with their mobile phones.
The couple next to me snuggled up with each other and looked so self-conscious
Contains and content.
An old man was battling a parcel in the overhead locker.
His wife, who is equally old, actually helped him, rather than complaining that he had made a mess;
When the package fell to the floor, I watched them smile at each other and I saw an expression of collusion between them.
When I think of someone who once shared these moments with me, I was caught by a burst of pain.
I tried to apologize to everyone when I finally got back to health, but some things and some relationships were lost forever.
My ex-husband is now one of my best friends.
For years, I have been saddened by the loss of our usually happy but ultimately flawed marriage --
While this sadness rarely appears to me, I now know that it will never go away and that I have to live with it.
However, there is a legacy that is hard to overcome: I am now doing my best to maintain a true intimacy --
It's too painful.
I think this space, although empty, is always occupied.
When we were young, we had only one chance: the first child, the first house, the first burnt dinner.
No one has promised me an unqualified happy ending, but I promised myself to give it a try in my new life, and my wildest fantasies have been surpassed: my boyfriend, my child is a book that quickly ranks first on the charts.
But I can't be Barbie and I don't pretend to be happy when I'm not happy.