Older now

Here I am again, it's been so long up until I realised that there is no way I am spending my Euro for hours on the couch. I might as well spend them on jewellery and therapy myself here. I'm a year older but feel younger. I'm supposed to be a year wiser but feel really stupid. Stupid in the fact that I keep yearning for the acceptance of my rights. Rights and AnnMaries do not go together, at least not with this one. There's been no birthday bash this year. Just a very sorry excuse for an 'outing' which actually involved having to forfeit my birthday to do a favour for someone who is my brother's friend. Oh, and he's also an eye surgeon, or ophthalmic something, whatever they're called' I was going to do it quite gladly actually, a small recital for a good man. Until I was written off the programme, and until the good man ignored me completely... then I wasn't too glad. I admit I am not the man of 'Arani Issa' fame, with a well cut body and sexy butt, but the thing is I am the woman behind the 'Arani Issa' man, and that speaks volumes. And that man cannot perform through a whole recital without me. That's the truth. But then of course, with doctors come nurses, and nurses will always be the wanna-be docs. They thrive on power, and power they have. Why is another mystery. That means no more corrective laser eye surgery for me because I don't talk to my own twin with puppy eyes, behind my forever specs and neither do I grind my groin against his groin. I'm almost, just almost sorry for the nurse because I know that no amount of eyelash batting or grinding will take her anywhere. Perhaps a sex change...
As for me... I'm disappointed, I feel cheated and lost. And they say I need help. Yeah right, I just need to kick a couple of people's heads in and dump them like a bad habit. Then... I'll be just fine.