Mon amour, mon ami
For this issue, since we’re focusing on tying up loose ends, we decided that a much-needed sequel to all of Paulo Coelho’s platitudes was necessary. Anyone can pretty much say anything nonsensical and sound like this bestselling author. He’s actually the master of saying things that are supposed to sound deep, but mean nothing at all. We gave it a try and this is what we came up with. If we didn’t tell you it wasn’t Paulo, would you have known? Our guess is no.
The girls are talking about purses and the new bra collection at La Senza. The guys discuss the latest soccer game and take turns poking fun at the supporters of the losing team, all in good fun. The waiter then comes back and asks everyone what they want to eat. And it starts.
When I moved back to Lebanon, we didn’t exchange a single Facebook comment, like or poke, but every couple of months we’d have a long, in depth phone conversation, because we care about staying in each other’s lives. Relationships, real relationships, need real nurturing, if someone’s important, we are proactive in keeping them in our lives. Those relationships nurtured on purpose, I love them more than relationships built by circumstances.
It’s one of those devastatingly-frustrating, poisonously-enraging moments where I wish I could strangle the person talking to me. Of course I won’t, because I’m a grown up, a professional and a lady. The Lebanese glass ceiling is about to come crashing down on my head, and yours.