Snippets from high-flying lives

I spent this evening at the pool­side (the pool of which has ‘under­wa­ter music’) of the swanky ser­viced apart­ment com­plex called ‘Orchard Park­suites’ because a high-flyer uni-mate was back in town for work and for to meet up with some of her treetop-skimming uni-mates.

It is a reflex assump­tion that money is no mat­ter to these high-flying, high-living uni-mates. But of course, that is not true. They have money issues too, just that the dec­i­mal point is usu­ally fur­ther to the right of the fig­ures we throw about. But still, I have not felt so com­par­a­tively poor in a while.

Then they spoke about mothers-in-law, and how hor­ri­ble they were. Then they spoke of how mar­riages between some of our uni-mates had ended before they actu­ally began. Then they spoke about chil­dren, and babies, and how it was read some­where that you can lac­tate even if you’re not a mother or an expec­tant mother.

And I’m sit­ting here won­der­ing if they still won­der why I’m always the one con­tribut­ing totally incon­gru­ent con­ver­sa­tion topics.

Gotta add some swank to my income