Private hemisphere

Yesterday, went out with my inmate and his friends. Artistic folks, yeah. Making docusoaps and teaching and amateur drama acting, all very arty indeed. I was a little shocked, however, by their "openness", if that's the word: One by one, they had long monologues about their love-life. 1) So I met an ex-boyfriend and we had sex because I still like him but I don't think it's true love and I think it should be over so an hour ago I wrote him by msn in excruciating clear terms "I'm """leaving""" now to the café" and now I don't know if I'll go to his birthday party and buy a him present. 2) I'm in love with a colleague but it has become difficult to be in love I feel like a clumsy teenager and I don't know why and it's so frustrating and maybe I should ask him for a drink... 3) Tomorrow, we'll see the 'notaris/notaire' and than I'll be divorced because we both agreed that a divorce was the best thing to do and it certainly is a happy divorce. I feel quite happy about it.

I barely knew this people, and I felt embarrassed. Of course I was very interested at first, but not that long:
One: For the moment, I have no love-life problems. I couldn't care less, I'm in the Arctic right now (and I've been here little bit too long, I'm afraid, ben soit)
Two: Even if they lied about their emotions, good heavens, how futile, banal and sad were their feelings.

My inmate told me that artists, yes they do that, throwing their emotions on the table in public, it's artistic and it's therapeutic.

It was not entertaining at all, rather boring, which means... I've still got it, a romantic soul?

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