Something about me
Hi dear World,
My name is Juliette, an unhappy married lady. Yes, I am a lady. When the age starts by 30+, it is miserable to call myself a girl, I assume. What do you think? Well, don't tell me, I'd like to ignore some of your criticism. It doesn't mean that I don't like you, it is just... sometimes, life is much easier to live without caring your murmur. You are always my favourite.
Xmas is around the corner. As every summer in the Southern Hemisphere, people celebrate snowy fête in sweaty T-shirts, skirts or even that flip-flops. I miss winter a lot, even though I don't really appreciate the temperature of my hometown in winter. But I do enjoy the fun of last season of the year, like skiing, hot spring or bathing in hot spring after skiing. You count up to the fourth by feeling and seeing the seasonal variation for yourself, and then you thank God or Buddha that you survived from another -20 degrees winter. There is nothing more pleasant than welcoming the new year in springtime. By the way, I use the lunar calendar when I talk about these. Well, dear World, do you have a preferred timing for greeting the New Year? Or any valuable moments, in your opinion?
Well, I do, my World. I wish I could greeting a new life here, right now.
I am sad as an unhappy married lady. My sadness is not because of my marriage, if telling a lie here doesn't make me a more miserable person. I don't want to complain about my marriage or the man that I married to, because I know that is a real miserableness. I just don't like ME in marriage. I am not happy in there.
Very long time ago, before I flied from the Northern Hemisphere, an old friend told me "Il faut mieux d'être seul que mal accompagné" when he saw my sad emoji in WeChat. He misunderstood about the content but since then I started to doubt myself for getting married so young, because this old friend is very acknowledged and respected. Even worse, he is made in France. I aways think that french people is wiser when dealing with relationship than conservative offspring of Confucius. Since then, I feel that life is like playing the game "Happy Farm". You plant crops, you harvest, then you invest in light industry and continue to boost your little farm along the road of the country into a wonderland of some chaos city. However, even tough you may find yourself misjudge about the investment, you still can survive anyhow. Because it is a game, not the reality. Yes, I feel my life is a game lack of real features.
To be continued......
