I don’t know if Sex and the City is supposed to make you feel great about New York or just homesick. Right now, I’m melancholically feeling the latter.
Here I am, on my bed covered in peanut shells, enjoying a day of sitting on my ass, doing nothing, and feeling guilty about it. Oh, I could have been doing a number of things instead, but I chose to stay in my pajamas and watch the show that will always be my favorite. One question rises to this occasion, why does Carrie Bradshaw have such a great body, while my ass keeps getting bigger by the minute? And, no matter how hard I try to start a healthy diet, I still cannot read the product labels in this country.
Perhaps, I should have just gone out and done something useful. Instead, I stayed at home with my new boyfriend, also known as computer, to learn about blogging and web design, which left me dazed and confused. Thus the unproductive day led me to such self-destructive behavior as drinking wine, eating peanuts, and watching Sex and the City; and also left me wondering if Carrie Bradshaw herself could have a similar day. All we ever see her do is attend social events and buy shoes. “I couldn’t help but wonder,” could Carrie Bradshaw sit on her ass and be unproductive all day long?
While I may be out of touch with what’s going on in the real world, I sure do hope that Sex and the City is not last season.
Next time I should probably try to find a library, do something useful with my life, and finally start to take in what this city and country have to offer. I am, after all, currently living in one of the most glamorized cities in the world—the New York City of the Far East, a.k.a. Tokyo.