Thursday, February 11, 2010

Pastis


I have a love-hate relationship with this place. I think I love it, but I hate myself when I'm here. It brings out all my insecurities, all those "not good enough" feelings.

I would have loved it here if I were a different person.


Waiting for a meeting partner who's late, having coffee at the bar. People watching while Ned is talking on the phone, feeling small and unimportant.


4 comments:

lostfoundagain said...

Why does it bring out those feelings in you?

Aya Rosen said...

Everyone there are rich, successful and beautiful, most of them talk franch or italian. I always feel like I barged in on a movie set and I'm the only real person in the room, it makes me feel really flawed - the only person there, not wearing nigh heels shoes, the only woman with bad skin, and glasses. It's probably not trune, but that's how it feels.

Aya Rosen said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
lostfoundagain said...

Yeah, I get it. I get that feeling sometimes just walking in the upper east side!