Get Your Own Damn Cuppa


A handful of years back I was having a chat with an English man who grew up just north of London and we are discussing similarities and differences with our country and political structures. I am not nor being he afraid to bring politics and religion and unlike me having some fascination with the Royal family, he clearly feels detached from all the fluff and flutter the Royals stir up. Due to his humble up bringing much like my own he is easily disgusted with anyone who has a set of people lined up doing mundane things like getting dressed or fixing a cup of coffee.

  Although, I chuckled at the time at how he said it, “Get your own damn cuppa” I understood his mindset. People who either come from money or have established themselves and have more than enough to never worry, have people waiting on them around the clock. I understand having housekeeping, that is not one of my strengths. I can adjust my mind around having a chef or cook if I really lacked any skill in fixing my meals. I even get to an extent that having all that money and upper crust lineage gives you certain perks and it appear like there might be a thin layer of jealousy both on his and my own part.

  I’m glad in many ways I didn’t get everything I ever wanted and proud as hell for the things I have accomplished or attained on my own. I have had brief interludes of financial prosperity and learned to do for myself even when there was an offering to do for me. I will openly admit that on the weekends I enjoy at least two meals where I didn’t cook and must clean up afterwards. Whether I sat in the restaurant and was waited on or brought it home, I allot myself a task free lunch or dinner.

   Ever since that conversation I giggle a little whenever I see or hear of people who want to be waited on hand and foot.

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