Thursday, 29 November 2012

Something To Talk About

A few weeks ago, I was reminiscing with my friend, Y, about all of the grama over our years at Uni. We look back on it now with a fond sort of nostalgia, like how you consider a childhood photo of you doing something really embarrassing.

I do not miss the drama of my first year in Uni.

But R dragged me into it! It wasn’t my fault!

Moving along…

Y and I were talking about the past grama and how we’re both now in stable, monogamous, long-term relationships.

Then we realised….we were old.

A few days before this, I had actually heard one of the lesbian freshers talking about how there was “soooo much lesbian drama”.

….there is?

There’s drama this year?



I know nothing of this drama!

Could it be that this year I will truly stay grama free? Will my life finally be dull and routine?

Of course part of me rejoices my finally throwing off my shackles of drama, but I think I will miss the complexities of it. I won’t miss being a part of it…God no. But just observing and watching it unfold.

So this year, the grama is continuing on its merry way while I sit with my knitting and documentaries. 

I do feel a little sad in a way. The young, crazy, newly-out lesbian fresher part of me is gone. A sad, but true fact. When R and I went out one night and woke up with immeasurable hangovers the next day, we decided that the majority of the time, the fun we have drinking is not proportional nor worth the following day’s hangover.

See what I mean?

I’m old. I’m out of the loop. I’m like one of those awkward parents who says “wicked” or “bitchin’”.

I know I promised you my eavesdropping of the new lesbian drama in my corner of the universe. But I’m afraid I’ve let you down.

It’s likely that you will have to bear with more odd ramblings of mine and R’s complacent lives.

My bad…


1 comment:

  1. Not to fear! The grama never ends. I'm a ...ahem... mature lady with a lady partner and we have 2 kids and we live in the suburbs and we own a mini-van. I tell you - there is more grama out here than there ever was in uni. Sadly, the grama gets bigger with age, and it's not pretty.

    Luckily, my lady-friend and I are just observers, and we hope to stay that way. I hope you stay on the happy side of grama for good, long time.

    Enjoy the zen!!