One of Aura's favorites: "You can know someone better in a moment of honesty than ever you can in a lifetime of lies."


Lunch hours at the office are incredibly boring and I find myself on my laptop in the lunch room at a table alone, desperately hoping that none of my co-workers decide that today would be a fine day to socialize with me.  This is not to say that I don't socialize with my colleagues because I do, in fact, on a considerably regular basis throughout the day that is not completely work related.  It is to say, however, that most of them are horribly pretentious and cause me great deals of grief over matters that are unimportant to me.  I wear black or grey slacks and a sweater every day to the office, black flats on my feet (occasionally red ones if I am in the mood) and my hair is twisted into something resembling a bun at the back of my head.  My glasses are for reading only and aren't anything special and my nails are trimmed neatly but unpainted.  To every other woman in this office, I am frumpy and horribly put together.  There are only eight of us, women, working on the floor of my building and they all click into the office in their high heels and short skirts and low cut tops.  Their hair is almost always down and their makeup must take at least an hour to apply.

This is all fine by me.  I have no problem with the way they dress and if they are satisfied with themselves wearing these things, I am pleased for them.  I cannot, however, imagine that any of us would have much in common outside of our work place.  Perhaps I'm stereotyping them, but I highly doubt that Julie, whose office is beside mine, goes home every day and writes to people she has never met on the internet with a book written in French at her side.  I cannot imagine that Sarah, who is my secretary and is quite nice and reminds me of Aura considerably, goes to the theater outside of town that plays movies from the 1950s on her Saturday evenings alone.  And so, it is with these thoughts, that I hide behind my laptop screen and look incredibly interested as I read stories about two famous brothers having sex.  Hopefully nobody looks over my shoulder.

"When you turly know the meaning of the word love, you will also know the meaning of the word pain."


I'm afraid I'm going to end up like 

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