Lorelai the lie-a-lore lies lore all nigh, but Lorelai the lie-a-lore laughs “I lie lore, I’m Lorelai” and Lorelai the lie-a-lore, tells lies on lore like no one more, lest Lorelai lies lore all nigh like Lorelais lie lores, as Lorelais are lie-a-lores so if one likes a lie of lore, should look for Lorelai the lie-a-lore.
It's officially summer - well, at least meteorologically.
Here in Austria it's been terribly hot over the past two days and I am already heaving with exhaustion under the burning sun. I know most people smile broadly once summer commences and can't get enough of the sun, the heat and the atmosphere. Well, I am going to tell you a secret which might make you think I'm odd.
I hate summer.
I know...I know...how can you? It's the best season all year? etc, etc, etc...
Yes, I am aware of all that, but it doesn't change my mind. First of all, I attended Montessori school Innsbruck and I loved going to school, so the summer break wasn't such a great thing for me. Secondly, the heat is unbearable and anything beyond 25 degrees makes me cry inwardly (and outwardly too two summers ago when I nearly had a nervous breakdown due to the summer heat and the impossibility to escape that heat in any way). I am fair-skinned and blonde, so not such good skin condition for merciless summer heat and, above all that, I have to work through this summer, which means I cannot even flee to my parents' cooler house with the pool and the grill all the time.
I don't know when this aversion against summer started, as I can recall that I liked summer as a kid; however, as a kid I would roam the cool woods, playing all day and we would drive to lakes nearly every day. Now, it's just that you have to get all your chores accomplished somehow but with 35 degrees burning down your neck - not so much fun.
My favourite season ever is autumn. I LOVE autumn. It is still warm enough to not wrap yourself up in the warmest items you've got, but cool enough to hide all the body parts you don't want to display. In autumn, I look so much better, as my makeup - not disturbed by sweat and water - stays fixed on my translucent skin, my cellulite are perfectly wrapped up in right jeans and my slightly wobbly upper arms are concealed by a beautiful long-sleeved louse. See, much better. Additionally, I love cosy clothes like jumpers, scarves and woolly hats, so autumn is perfect for me.
I'm not saying there aren't nice aspects of summer, there are. Barbecuing, for instance. If I was able to spend all summer in an air-conditioned villa next to a pool and everyone else would do my chores, I would probably love it. Yesterday, for instance, we went swimming in a lake in Tyrol and it was great. The brutal heat was much more bearable, still, I had a headache at the end of the day from too much sun exposure and my skin was itchy and rashy. Summer and me, we just don't work and never will, but hey, it's only three more months to bear and we're back to autumn again...
It is very important to keep striving and try out new possibilities and ideas, at least it is for me. I have various thoughts on feminism, womanhood and how to be a woman in modern days and wanted to do a segment here on floatingtheboat.weebly.com; however, I have realised that I would like to dedicate more time and space to thoughts on feminism. etc., so I want to try something out and have launched my new sub-blog themenstrualstory.blogspot.co.at on which you can now find the first post on feminism and how I became a feminist myself. I hope you enjoy reading it and are not disappointed it will be expanded to the new site, as I feel I want to dedicate this website more on literary quirks, my life in general and lighter subjects.
Thank you and you can read the post now, just visit themenstrualstory.blogspot.co.uk
Kati, Kirk and Konrad kick Kayla’s, Keira’s and Kaspar’s keys cause Kati, Kirk and Konrad cannot keep Kayla’s, Keira’s and Kaspar’s keys.
People who have followed me on this blog (or know me), know that I have recently started a new job as an English editor. This is not a post to complain about my job, not at all, it is generally some cogitations on the working world in general and how flawed our systems are, which has become painfully aware to me now that I am part of the working world.
I work 38,5 hours a week - so full-time - and I can say that when I supported six-hour-days before I started with work, as I believe that there has to be so many things beside work, I am now completely convinced that 8-hour-days are utterly unnecessary and, even worse, counter-productive. I am positive that if people only worked six hours a day (or even less), they would get as much done as in eight hours because at least two hours of the eight is spent in procrastinating, boredom and looking at the clock in a five-minute-rhythm, praying for the hand to move faster. Add the increasing lack of motivation when you realise you will be trapped for another four hours, and you might end up working more, but producing less in eight hours than six.
I hate how in our world work has overtaken our lives completely. Of course, people in earlier days had to work even more, but that doesn't mean it is good as it is. Work seems to be the life content of most people, which as such wouldn't be so bad; however, the majority doesn't seem to enjoy it. I don't want to be a person who lives for the weekend, dreading Monday and another dull week of fatting up your arse in front of a computer screen. Families, friends, children are vital for our lives because relationships make us better people, but work systems actively keep people away from each other, which I think is terrible.
I know this all sounds conspiratorial but that is not how I mean it, I am simply saying that people live to work and don't work to live.
When I was in England, an elderly woman said something to me which rings in my ears until today, even if it was slightly conspiratorial. She said the governments make us work so hard, so we don't have the energy to think about things too much, not to say start a revolution. Admittedly, she seemed to be a lonely and slightly bitter lady; however, there seems to be some truth at least possible in her words.
So far, my days are working, TV, sleeping and everything all over again and I have to admit I find myself asking "is that it? Is that what life is about?"
No, I don't think it should be. I think that regularity and structure can be a bless in life, especially when one gets older; however, between structure and, as I would call it, "healthy boredom" and living for the weekend is a huge difference and I don't want to be someone who lives this way. I want to be inspired, challenged, creatively stimulated and, even when I old and wrinkly, I want to be in awe of the wonders of the world.
I am partly doing what I want to do by, for instance, writing this blog. Writing is my inner motivation and will always be my favourite occupation, so I think starting off as an editor isn't too bad, is it? and I am sure I can make my path from here to where I belong.
Another issue I want to address is that, despite working your ass of forty hours a week, you can barely live on a salary nowadays, which I think is unbearably unjust and idiotic. It should be possible to live from a salary even if you only work part-time, as for many people (parents for instance) this is what they can do unless they want to abandon their children to institutions and nannies. This is a mess, which ultimately stimulates so many greater problems many people seem to fail to grasp. Because people have to work so much, they're permanently strained, therefore impatient with their children which creates a stressful and strained atmosphere at home which makes the children unbalanced and "difficult". Such an intense workload leads to a weaker immune system, therefore more costs for doctors, etc. and, ultimately, probably more problems in time management for the companies, as people get burnouts, depressions, migraine, gastritis, etc. etc. which keeps them from doing their best at their job. The children are shoved off to day care and nannies, which cannot provide the warmth and support parents can, which, and here the cat bites its own tail, lead to unbalanced, sick and "difficult" children.
What many people don't seem to understand is that you cannot separate the various systems including people. The school system, the work system, the health system, justice system, etc. etc. are interconnected and cannot be seen as distinct parts. They interdependent and when one of them is flawed, the others are in peril to suffer too. Children can only learn and flourish best when they are under the care of balanced, healthy and happy adults in a soothing and supporting environment. The fact that so many children achieve anything under the present conditions (and adults likewise) is a miracle to me, but not on the positive side. It is vital to overthink the systems we've been using for the past decades and centuries and make ourselves aware that the present school system as well as the work system were introduced during the Industrial Revolution, which needed people to work hard, not to question authority and exploited children and adults likewise. Neither at school nor at work we need the skills required during this episode of time, which is why we need to change and adapt the systems to our present time - and it is long overdue. As long as we have overworked, burned out adults who are slaving away for a minimum wage and children who have to labour under the flaws of an insufficient work and school system, nothing will ever change and we will be trapped in the 19th century.
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