Poor Little Rich Girl

There's a few lines that keep running through my mind from a Spektor song.

1. Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone
You wish that they hadn't, you don't wanna be alone

2. You're reading Fitzgerald, you're reading Hemmingway
They're both super smart and drinking in the cafes

3. You're so young, you're so goddamn young

A. I am here alone.
I'm staying with my grandmother until the end of the month and although I appreciate everything from her, I really have a difficult time understanding how we are related. Again, with all due respect, she can drive me nuts with her good intentions. But it is not familial contact that I desire but like any 19-year-old, it is social. Slowly, I am socializing as I usually do but I wholeheartedly miss my friends Americana.

B. Every morning, I face the decision dilemma. What will I do with myself today? Beach or cafe? Usually, it's cafe. Reading Shafak and Maugham in the cafe. Writing here, reading there, drink beer, and inhaling the Aegean air. My time here is so open that I have the privilege to think.. and think.. I may be learning more here than my past semester of univeristy. Larry from The Razor's Edge is in my mind.

C. Fitzgerald's themes of the privileged & youth. I am so damn young. It's a shame that I'm summering while the rest of my friends are desperately trying to support themselves. I do not want to give the impression that I live in luxury but my parents are willing to pay for my everything.. It's shaming.

My difficulty is my boredom.

White people problems..