'Twas the summer of '08 (Part1)

Last summer will without a doubt go down in my own personal history as a time of substantial 'social growth' or 'personal degeneration' - I'm not sure which.
It was a time when, I accepted and embraced West Amman, as the distorted modern twist of 19th century gentility that it truly was. I played the role of a 19th c. socialite to the best of my ability, resulting in a near nervous breakdown, but hey, nothings perfect. Of course in our version, the woman gets to drink herself numb and act erratically, without the fear of Freudian labeling. This is a society where people (men and women alike) plot to marry well. Where women are mainly judged by their appearance, background and often wealth, and men, mostly by their wealth. It's a society that still harbours very real beliefs in old and new money, and social status; where maids and drivers are simply a way of life... but all this, under the modern umbrella of sex, drugs and eating disorders. I wrote a lot of very random things during this phase of my life, usually on scraps of paper, some i saved, but they are mostly lost. No great loss, their was very little depth in me that summer, and what little depth I had, was certainly not expressed in social commenteries. This was a time when my life revolved around my hair, make up, nails and clothes... Do I regret last summer? No, not really... I didn't know I had it in me to be 'that person' successfully. I met a lot of amazing people, that I would have never gotten to know as anyone else. Then again, I moved to London, and every so often I'll have to go home and be 'her' again, but mostly I can be a more real version of me, with priorities that go beyond the absolutely superficial. I learnt a few valuable lessons too... Little lessons that you know, but never really know, until you experience them firsthand.
In future entries, I'll tell you more about last summer, but for now, I think I'll finish my morning coffee.