The last several weeks have been crazy for the Geek and I. Not only are we moving, but also the Geek was in a car accident, necessitating the purchase of a new vehicle. These two things, as well as my regular work duties and social engagements have thrown me into a fit of OCD-induced hysteria. There is no tidiness in my life, and I have had to make many decisions in the last few weeks. I hate decisions. Hence, blogging has been on the back burner, until this morning, when I realized something about myself that disgusted me.
I am a yuppie. Yeppie. I always thought of myself as a rather avant-garde, somewhat quirky, edgy kind of person. My mother always called me a snob, which I always vehemently denied. What can I say? I like brie and jam and Iron and Wine, and watch movies in foreign languages. I just thought I was cool. Now, I realize that these things, once out of college, translate roughly into yuppieness.
I realized our new state of being this morning, in the car on the way to work. The Geek was driving me to my car, which we left at our new apartment last night. We were riding in our newly-purchased electric blue SUV, which we are irrationally excited about. We were both wearing wool peacoats, drinking yuppie beverages. I was (and still am) wearing diamond stud earrings, a black pashmina shawl, and black leather Gianni Bini flats. And, to top it all off, we were alternating listening to news radio and the classical music station. We were having a conversation about the symphony and Bach, and whether Mozart was better than Bach. (I think Mozart was a loose-cannon. The Geek likes loose cannons, apparently.) Oh, and don't get me started about the new apartment, for which we are still discussing the decorating scheme. As of last night, it was "Retro Paris Roaring 20s Vibe with Modern dark furniture." Yeah. If that's not yuppie, I don't know what is. Did I mention the walls are beige, with accent walls in Sage Green and Chocolate Brown?
In the middle of our drive, I began to realize what was going on in our lives. I stopped, turned to the Geek, and said, "Oh my goodness! We're yuppies!" He was equally disturbed.
So, here I am, sitting at my desk, listening to as much Green Day and Weezer as I can put into my ears to try and combat my new persona.
Is there a pill I can take for this?
