Is FHC trapped in a Roman Catholic guilt trip ?

As I came (exceptionally) strolling in the office a little after 10:30 a.m. perched on my black stiletto heels, I was thinking that it could have been a joyful morning if it wasn’t for the tremendous guilt I experienced. Guilt is our personal drama (meaning us the Roman Catholics), it spoils our best moments.

First let’s put the record straight, my late arrival was not entirely due (as I heard) to last night’s hangover. Indeed, I shared a bottle of Châteauneuf du Pape with Alex A. in the early evening to accompany the roasted Penguin he had beautifully cooked (a family Portuguese recipe he claims). Later on, I also admit that I mecanically drowned my boredom at Cobalt with many uncalled for Gin & Tonics. Btw, I hate to complain but nobody flirted with me yesterday besides a very undeserving Hungarian hunchback with a red sweater whom I suspect to be a Jehovah’s witness as he whispered weird stuff in my ears during our brief interaction such as “…Ah the truly amazing gift the Lord bestowed on us…”. I would have pursued the relationship if he hadn’t called me a “crypto-fascist bourgeois pig” at one point which kind of turned me off. The place was filled with obese local realtors, fashion distressed faghags and Chilean male prostitutes and I felt like usual right at home.

No, the main reason of my lateness is that I got some kind of a haircut this morning (at least I wasn’t at the bathhouse). This was a really stupid thing to do I admit, because there is nothing worse than spending the first 45 minutes of your day contemplating your own face scarred by years of alcohol, poor choice, drugs, gastronomic mistakes, child abuse and homelessness while commenting silently on your receding hairline (my very tactful hairdresser asked "hmmm.. Have you ever thought of getting a toupee?....") and the puffiness of your gaze. I tried to close my eyes most of the time but I felt that my hairdresser was resenting it which made me feel even more guilty.

Anyway all that to say, that I was in position of feeling quite rebellious this morning as I skipped a few school hours but instead I got all panicky over the fact that my lack of self-discipline clearly posed a threat to society and was somehow unethical. I was even thinking about closing my door to whip myself when I would get to the office. Thank god while I was waiting for my haircut, I read in the paper that some Senators had played hooky on the Alito hearings for extended periods of time too. Clearly I have reached a point in my life where I need to be more experimental with the rules, etiquette and morale standards I have been taught during the last 27 years. Would it only be for complex political purposes and setting the example for future genrations. Bold step No 2: I won’t say “thank you” to the Safeway cashier during grocery shopping on Friday. Bold step No 3: I will only pay my credit card bill one week before the deadline.

Comments

[LL]

But FHC, we always think you look so cute after haircuts.

Meanwhile, no one flirted with me at Beige last night either. And it's not because I didn't try.

[iLoveSushi209]

FHC, you're such a rebel. I think mother would refer to you as a "bad influence."

[Frederico C]

Showing up late to work, are we?

[FrenchBenj]

For your information, we went to the baths to simply bathe ourselves.

Oh, and try Penguin Tartare next time, it's delish!

[Safeway Lady]

Screw you too, FHC!!! You think we like seeing your ugly pate through our aisles?

-The Safeway Cashier. What, we can't be on the internet?