I
woke up this
morning with the same old song in my head. Life sucks. Especially when
the autumn comes to its end. Especially when you are late for school and
work and your kid doesn't stop telling you this with panic in her eyes.
Life
sucks, that's the song I have been listening since the day I
turned '30. Ok, maybe not the first week. It was sunny and yellow and I
could not stop telling to myself that I was born during the best season
of the year. October, that's my month. Well, this time my birthday was a
hit. I had the great idea to spend it with my best friend, a lady in her
30's for whom life sucks
as well. We took the morning bus to the neighborhood country to check
the color of the autumn sea, to drink an incredibly expensive coffee and
to mentally come just from watching the leader of some pub band play
old Irish songs. Well, that was it. We
spent the day like two old ladies on the Como Lake, talking about the
old good times.
The old good times is when we were 20, or let's
say 25. Not more. After our 25th anniversary we go directly in the "old
ladies" basket. The reality is harsh here.
***
Sometimes you ask
yourself maybe it's better to live under a dictatorship with a human
head, an enemy you can recognize and give a nickname, and talk about him
in your kitchen on Saturday evenings together with your checked
friends.You know, like our parents did in USSR. When everything was
clear, and you knew whom to blame for your incapacity to have a great
life. Now it's different.
Oh, the democracy is the reason for
all the shit we had to eat the last 20 years, cry the ladies in their
70s, who had their first sex after the death of Stalin. And I have to
agree with them. Too much freedom didn't do any good to anyone. Before you
had the Party to
decide for
you the thoughts you have to think, the food you have to eat, the man you have to sleep with.
The Soviet society has to be a role model for the entire world, so, please,
be so kind and marry that red-hair girl from your factory. Now the same
man would wait for Lindsay Lohan to be released from jail.
What
we do, the women in their 30thies? Do we wait for the Universe with a
men face to look at us? Or do we start a new Crusade to regain the
access to the Holly Land of Men? Our great grand mothers walked under
the red flags in the name of Revolution. Now we are ready to walk under
the flags of submission just to get The One.
How come on a planet of 7 billion people there are so many human being apart?
