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.