It's Monday and I'm bored. I'm finishing up a rather long post on the Parisian immigrant suburbs. I can tell I'm really bored with it because I've gotten careless. Not a good look for me. It means I'm not paying attention to what's on the screen. I need to do something else. Fortunately, tomorrow I should finish up then move on to another subject. Mum really annoyed me this morning by turning on the fans and air conditioner. Yes, it's hot, it's summer but seriously. There's no need to put the entire apartment in a deep freeze, blow dust around, and get sick. Speaking of which, mum has another case of pneumonia. She already went to the doctor, who gave her a prescription for antibiotics. Oh yay, she's actually sick, not pretending to be sick for the attention. It's not that I'm insensitive to her, it's just she's a hypochondriac. If anyone is insensitive, it's her. I could have pneumonia and she wouldn't care. I still would have to run the errand and do the housework. No trips to the doctor or anything like that. On a happier note, I had an interesting realization today: I'm not into the proverbial "nice, Jewish boys." It's because that's the way I was raised. I was told from the beginning that I was supposed to get married to nice Jewish boys, not anyone else. I tried to be fully committed to relationships with these men but it never worked. Something undefinable was never right. Maybe it was me or maybe him but my relationships with nice Jewish boys never worked out. Along comes the Brit BF. My Afro-English, funny, smart, charming significant other and suddenly something works. He treats me like a queen and makes me laugh. I don't have to be his mother. It just feels right. The only thing missing is us in the same time zone. I believe that will happen.
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