People who know me tend to not like me. But… why ? The answer they might give is because I’m a «bitch». I disagree; I am not a bitch, I’m just a francophile.
We have all been there; it is only the tired jealousy of the inferior. I understand those who feel that way, I really do. Believe it or not, reader, there was a time in my life before I became who I am now. I, too, once felt jealousy towards the more French of heart. For transparency’s sake, I must say that I only started to love France in third grade. Before I had eight years, I felt a similar jealousy towards who I wasn’t. But now I don’t have to feel that way. I only wish others could understand.
It’s not that I just like France. I love France. I live for France. And when I say France, I do exclusively mean the 4th arrondissement in Paris, but that’s neither here nor there. Isn’t it just so sad that Notre Dame burned down ?
It’s not that I need people to like me. In fact, I couldn’t care less ! I am, after all, what I call «laissez-faire». Did I use that right ? It doesn’t matter. I won’t be bothered by unimportant things. Life is too short, and moi ? Je ne regrette rien. It’s funny I say that, because it’s actually the title of a song I love called Je Ne Regrette Rien, by Édith Piaf. A tragic woman ! Like me. Both fundamentally misunderstood, both representative of the passion and tenacity of la France.
Yes, there are times when I do things my own way that may cause someone to say I’m «asking to be hated». Yes, I have been caught criticizing campus food services for what they call «bread». That doesn’t make me a bitch, it just means I have taste and that I’m confident enough to express myself. Yes, I smoke cigarettes indoors after being asked not to. Again, not a bitch, just addicted (I swear– I smoke literally all the time and I even do it alone like even when I’m not with people and sometimes I smoke like several at a time). And yes, I choose to ignore hundreds of years of oppressive French colonial history. Moving on.
I have to say that when it comes down to it, I would rather people think of me as a bitch than to not think of me at all. Que sera sera, as they say. And, as I said, I’m really fucking laissez-faire so I don’t even care !
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