Received a weird email from Donna today. I think this arts degree course is going to her head.
Her email reports that she feels like she is hovering, quivering and dithering. She sounds like an out-of-control helicopter. She calls me Sweet Cathy Girl and says how happy she is that last time she saw me I seemed so mature and fulfilled and alive! Apparently, most of her other female friends (didn’t know she had any) went from living at home or in college to being married when still in their 20s, and they never experienced the joy, whimsy (yes, whimsy) and satisfaction of independent living and the importance of being able to BE ALONE (her capitals) without being lonely. Apparently, I have flourished while living and traveling alone and she is SO proud of me. Her other friends simply hover and quiver and search out a man ASAP for their sense of security. She finds that so sad.
What the hell is she talking about? I’ve never seen so many insincere adjectives. She must have purchased her first ever thesaurus. She’s become condescending, insincere, ill-judged, pretentious, hypocritical and self-indulgent after less than a month of starting this course. She used to be just straightforwardly insulting. Also, she still seems to be perfectly at ease living off her hard-working ex-husband.
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.