"Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see." (Hemingway 120)
He has a point. I do hold myself to these standards of masculinity and friendship, that are only exemplified through a small group of people I do not like anyways. I have spent many a night up drinking because of these fake standards I have been holding myself to. Brett certainly has played a part into my drinking too. One second she is in love with me, the next she is crying in the back of a cab, complaining of my impotence. It confuses me so much, and I love her so much... can I ever please her? I talk and talk to try to make these "friends" that really just stay because I give a good tip, for what? To distract myself from the expectations of a serious job? Oh lord Bill is right. I am an expatriate. Something has to change, and I think I know where to start.
He has a point. I do hold myself to these standards of masculinity and friendship, that are only exemplified through a small group of people I do not like anyways. I have spent many a night up drinking because of these fake standards I have been holding myself to. Brett certainly has played a part into my drinking too. One second she is in love with me, the next she is crying in the back of a cab, complaining of my impotence. It confuses me so much, and I love her so much... can I ever please her? I talk and talk to try to make these "friends" that really just stay because I give a good tip, for what? To distract myself from the expectations of a serious job? Oh lord Bill is right. I am an expatriate. Something has to change, and I think I know where to start.
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