” – People always crave for superiority and to be better, ever since they are born. I read somewhere that when we are little we crave to be superior like our parents are, and then as we grow we look for superior models and want to be more and have more. I just have to accept I will never be superior, she sighed.

– But you are amazing in what you do. I also know I’m not like my sister, married, with children, and that makes me feel that I might not be enough. Then my sister tells me <it’s incredible that you travelled so much to Mocambique, to help those kids!> And while to me it feels normal, to her and others it’s an out of ordinary act. We are always superior than someone in an area that they don’t have the courage, the opportunity or the will to explore, she reassured her.

-It’s true. People come to me saying, <wow, how did you manage to give that speech in front of such a large audience?> Except that I always feel inferior. I live with my parents, I don’t have a steady income, I don’t have a boyfriend, I don’t have kids.

-That’s the reason why I want to have kids. Things might go wrong as a single mom and maybe the child will not be an easy one, but I’d rather have this regret than the regret of reaching 60s and be alone.

-I wouldn’t be able to do this, meaning to use someone to feel better. I believe I should be in a good place before having a little human depending on me 100%.  I am just not in this place right now.

-Not sure about this. X is such a better person since she had the baby. I would have never expected it. She was so emotionally unstable and now she is calm, she has a routine, she got her sh*t together. I’ve been reading it’s so much easier to be a single mom because you don’t need to manage your partner’s expectations.”

The End – of how I unwillingly overheard the conversation between two ladies in a cafe while waiting for my lunch to be served. I really tried to distract myself several times by talking to my dog, but I was so close to their table that I could literally stretch my arm and grab some food from their plates. I was so close to their table that I had to bite my tongue several times and not partake in the convo. What surprised me the most is how naturally they kept on talking about their lives even after I took a sit next to them. To be able to do it so nonchalantly takes a don’t-care-what-others-think spirit. Yet…

In a way, I felt they gave me their consent.