I think people here must have much more interesting, or at least fulfilling, home lives than people in the States do. Sareeta and her sister, for example, are my age, but have no social life whatsoever, and spend every evening and every weekend sitting around with their parents, which seems to work for them, mostly. They're close with their parents, and the family seems to enjoy spending time together, and it's all just a big pile of happiness there, for the most part. I, on the other hand, would go absolutely raving mad after a week of that, even though I am also pretty close with my parents and really don't mind spending time with them. It's just that my American brain needs constant stimulation or I start to feel antsy.
So while everyone else is spending the weekend chilling and having a nice time of it, I'm really, really wishing that I had an American Club membership so I could go commune with other people who need to be constantly entertained. Give me a restaurant, or a basketball court, or a swimming pool, or whatever you've got, but please, please don't leave me here to sit around doing nothing but smell the roses and enjoy the silence. I will go batty.
Right, but I don't have an American Club membership, so. I spent the morning going though my pictures from India and China some more, and then overhauling and reorganizing my entire My Pictures folder, which is a job that could actually last the entire weekend if I wanted it to, but eventually I decided it would probably do me good to get out and walk around a little bit, at least. I'm going to go to the bookstore after this (hopefully it will be open) to get another book to read, just in case I run out. I've got "The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy sitting in queue, but when life gets this boring, I get paranoid if I don't have at least two books in queue.
Currently, I am reading this book called "One Night at the Call Center". It's by an Indian author, and the prose is by no means fantastic (or even average), and the storyline isn't that great either, but it's funny, having worked at a call center, and also, it was 95 rupees. The premise: One night a call center receives a call from God. I haven't gotten to that part yet. It's probably the kind of book you'd never appreciate unless you've done this kind of thing, but I'm finding it entertaining, at the very least, and I really, really need that.
I went out with two people who live in my guesthouse last night, one middle-aged woman and one Bangladeshi woman, who is single and in her 30s and does photojournalism, fine art photography, and documentary films. Talking to her, I am seeing a whole other side of Bangladeshi culture that I haven't seen so far--the artistic side, made up of people who aren't starving, aren't trying to climb the economic ladder or leave the country, who are interested in self-expression rather than bettering their lives materially (if it sounds like I'm knocking the people with the material aims, I'm not trying to--I understand that you've got to be in a certain position of security to abandon those aims). She's got a friend who is her age, who is working on a documentary about pregnancy. This woman had an abortion a few years back, and has been depressed ever since, and is hoping that making this documentary will help her to heal. It's been so interesting talking to this woman about her interests and her friends and their interests. I haven't met anyone in Bangladesh like them so far.
Anyway, that's pretty much all for now.