How Things Used To Be!

I am angry at the world, mostly because I am angry at myself.

I am angry at the world because I have stood by my principles, and still, it let’s me down.

None the less, I wont change my ways because the world is changing other people’s ways.

The way things used to be is how I prefer them to be, even now.

Today, people were arguing about why couples who break insult themselves after and it got me thinking, how can something this trivial get people worked up! People break up because they want to! You can’t force someone to be in something they don’t want. Neither can you be angry about that decision, but then again, we are not robots, we are humans, with emotions, promises and feelings. We react.

If someone broke up with you, feel free to be angry at them, for promising you the world and letting you down while at it. Insult them! MOVE ON! It’s naive to think that someone means the whole world to you, that with them, you can’t live, you can’t be! What were you doing before they apparently majestically walked into your life and made it so perfect. Anyway, that’s you shit.

My opinion is, people break up! If it doesn’t work out, don’t kill yourself. If you did your ‘best’ and somehow got the short end of the stick, move on. Like investments, we never know until we’ve taken the first step.

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Writing about short ends of sticks, life hasn’t smiled at me graciously this week.

I am big believer!

I just hate it when people misuse religion for their misdeeds and shenanigans.

So when this young girl calls me up and says Jesus told her that this relationship is not working out, I couldn’t help but laugh out, literally. On further consulting, she claims she talked it over with her Pastor….*PAUSE*

Pastor? When did the Pastor become Jesus? Oh well, I was amused. What hurt me most is how shallow this person was to bluntly take her pastor’s word as the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Well, I officially hate and are done with saved chics, and their fucking pastors.

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I hate shallow people. I despise them. No, I am shallow too. There’s a lot that I don’t know, I accept that but to blindly argue for the sake of arguing just takes the piss. I learnt early in life that whoever has the power always comes out on top, but power is not in having big muscles but in making people believe you have big muscles. Fucking Knowledge. Since then, I feed off everything, anything that empowers. Power is arguing on both sides of an argument and schooling the people arguing against each other. So, dearest fuckers, empower yourselves.

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I am going back to the way things used to be before, back when blogging was the thing and to blog meant you knew what life was all about!

Peace out.

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PASSiON

The ‘i’ in Passion is in lower case because that’s where most of you are right now. . .

Passion, the fuel that keeps the heart beating
Passion, the drive that makes you want to wake up every morning
Passion, the juice of life
Passion, the fruit that contains answers to questions you seek
Passion, what it takes to compose something about Passion
Passion, what makes the blind love
Passion, the music and drums to your life’s soundtrack
Passion, what makes you give a fuck
Passion, what keeps the flame burning after the sex is done
Passion, what you call love making
Passion, what forces a mother to beat her child and hug them when she’s done
Passion, what drives you crazy when you are half way the journey
Passion, because the dictionary probably has a better explanation
Passion, the dreams you sell yourself

All you need in life is passion, a little of this, a little of that.
The poet in us, hidden behind the scars, the struggle to get to a place where you(we) want to be.

Keep the passIon!

The ‘I’ in passIon this time is intentional.

Friend. . .ships!

Does anyone in this crowd love BOOBS! I am a speaking to all the men reading this! DO YOU LOVE BOOBS! *Crowd of chics cheering and throwing knickers at me on stage.*

I like the voices in my head. Scratch that. I love the voices in my head.

Now that we’ve almost broken the ice, I’d like to suggest something. Ladies, if a man refuses to look at your chest even after noticing you are well endowed, either you said, ‘I am so forgetful my fiancée might leave me in bed’ or your teeth have a way of having their own conversation out of the mouth.

Friends.

Friends, friends, friends.

Friends are these people who apparently encompass our world outside family. They are the people we share a hearty laugh with, seek solace and encouragement, beat up your enemies with their aid. Friends are cool people but of recent, I am alarmed at the rate which people fall out and claim a friendship is done.

The famous adage a friend in need is a friend indeed is something I hear most often but I don’t pay much heed because, this is my opinion on what/who friends are.

For guys, it’s your crew. Your hommies, dogs, wolves, whatever fancy name you feel like inserting here. Basically the people you roll with. For ladies, well, girlfriends sounds fine.

I realised there’s different kinds of friends for women, and for men. And here are the lists, choose wisely. I can only do for men because well, women are just complicated or maybe @AyamPatra will come up with her thoughts on this. So here goes.

FOR MEN!

-Best friend.

That guy who walks into your home and feels at home. ‘Hi fives’ your dad while at it. Eats your food. You share everything apart from your deepest darkest fears. They know the chics you are humping and will probably hit on your girlfriend. All in good faith.

– Parent’s Idol.

That one friend your parents never seize comparing you to them. In academics, behaviour, sports, anything the two of you are involved. Let’s not go into the nitty gritty but you know the real guy. Best part, you are their parent’s idol too.

-Sports friend.

You share something common on the sports front. You either play together, cheer for the same team, or are enemies. They support the team you hate. All you connect with is sports. It’s about who has the most and best stats.

-Drinking buddy.

That one weird guy you find in the bar every damn time. You share a hearty laugh, and a weird nod when you are in the bar urinals but that’s all. You don’t know their name and don’t care until you find them in the bar the next week.

-Acquaintance.

That one guy. Let’s just call them guys. Whenever you want something fixed, you call that something guy. Probably save them in your phone as Pork Guy, Cheap Beer Guy, Porn Movies Guy, Hot Sisos Guys. They are your guys.

-The ‘deep’ friend.

That one person who knows your demons. They might not be your best friend, they might not be in your circle, but they know your demons. Why? Because on that weird Friday night as you got slobbered and couldn’t hold back the emotions, you let loose the fountain. They poured and poured and he was the one sober guy that evening who gave you their ear. You don’t usually communicate, but when you do, you go deep.

– Colleagues

You knot the guys in this category. Classmates, workmates, churchmates, and even you the chics you get a free chow once in a while from. Yes, those are colleagues. The only association you have with them is the things you do together or do for each other.

Have I exhausted the list? Oh well! We men are a group of simpletons. We hate complicated and we run away from hot chics who stare back at us. True story! So what’s the fuss about friendships? The ship(s) at the end of that statement simply means that boat can sail away. That a friend is allowed to move, go and get other friends. You shouldn’t hold a friend hostage all in the name of friendship. Yes, I am talking about you ladies and sissies that go on a rant about how their friends no longer call, care or give a crap about them. Have you called, cared or given a crap about them. Life is about balance. If you don’t give, don’t expect to receive. So, take a chill pill, and make friends, and maybe the ship(s) comes after. And when your have a friendship, you will most definitely sail everywhere with that person however near, far, distant or gone they are.

Peace.