Epic and sad song

epic and sad song

Summer rain seen from a hotel room in La Paz downtown. Bolivian rain.

For about two years I’m questioned for unknowns in a casual way about my marital status. Although I’m flattered that someone could think that I’m married sometimes it’s a bit weird to me. When I want to buy something usually they ask me if I’m going to need two; when I ask for a room in a hotel they also ask me if my wife is going to come. At beginning I used to say that I committed marriagecide twice but as it was at the same time then it was null so I’m back to the action. But now I’m bored so I just say “no.”

Among the cities I lived the worst was Arequipa. That is a western city, in the cultural sense of the word, but it’s related to the Europeans from sixteenth century, not the happy people of today so it’s something that didn’t happen with the foreigners I met. We, the natives, to them are libertine because our view of the sex as something natural or funny; also is the mandatory due to be Catholic, so contrary to our veneration of the nature and the big parties; and the worst I guess is the machismo practiced by girls even when they theoretically support the feminism, every feminine ancestor of my line has worked and leaded in the society, to me is a symbol of weakness a girl without dreams and it was sad to see that almost all my classmates at university ended as housewives with university degree.

Also being travelling constantly doesn’t help but in Lima I had a kind of girlfriend in an open relationship, but I couldn’t avoid to think that she saw her as a kind of sinner. I don’t understand that double standard that boys are needed to have every kind of experiences with girls that, in their own words, they wouldn’t take to their homes, but girls are needed to be virgins. But I think the worst is that despite they dislike the idea to be with a native, something natural I guess, is the hypocrisy. The smiles in them when they know that I’m architect.

I hate the idea of love as a business. For that I prefer to be single, there is no sense in to live a life angry one with the other.

6 thoughts on “Epic and sad song

    1. Thanks kind lady :-) Been alone is not something bad after all, I’ve a calm life. Besides I stopped to wait or search, if something happens in the future good, if not then good again ;-)

  1. @”For that I prefer to be single…” – I do understand you, FR… in French we say: il vaut mieux vivre seul(e) que mal-accompagné(e)… = it’s better(préférable) to live alone than badly accompanied… – I totally agree with this simple and common sense saying…:-)
    * * *
    have a positive, optimistic and serene 2015! cheers, Mélanie

    1. Oh, it has a Spanish version too ^_^, “es mejor estar sólo que mal acompañado¨ I guess it comes from the rich French culture.
      A far greeting Mélanie :-) I’ve the impression that these days for you are busy (and very important) so your visit is bigger to me.

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