Rationale has prevailed

I’ve given it some thought and realised that I’m just struggling with the obedience thing. Questions like “What do I want to do in my own apartment that I can not do in my parents home?” , “Do I really want to live on my own?” , “Will the relationship between my parents and I still be alive and dynamic,as opposed to stale and dead” have been running around in my head and quite frankly, the answers to most of those questions are “Nothing out of the ordinary” , “Not quite” , “I don’t want to challenge that bond,family is all I’ve got”

So there you have it. This girl will be staying home.
Easy does it

Assumption is the mother of all ****-ups

I received a txt msg from a friend of mine some days back that went a bit like…”if you ever disappear with John like you did yesterday, I’ll treat you like the kind that disappears with John”

I know, I asked myself the same thing….what is the kind that disappears with John?
Humans are such fascinating beings.

Thankfully I’m not in the business of grovelling, I didn’t respond to the message, neither did I call him up to establish where the cold was coming from. We are friends, or atleast that was what I thought. For him to jump to such a conclusion…pssshhh,tcht.

Cut my loses, I did. “Next”

I’m tired of this sh**

Thursday through to Friday I came home after 3 am, and one person responsible for me being on this earth, took it upon themselves to give me an ear-lashing, threatened to take my job away because apparently my ‘independence’ was getting to my head.

Yeah right, my mind’s made up; I’m leaving home, I just haven’t found a move-out date. This is a huge step, could mean that I take myself through uni, find a house, pay the rent, water bill…etc; I’m strong for it, will keep you posted.

Till next time, one day at a time.

Idols Auditions

It was an experience, I, and several other people,made it past the preliminaries, got  numbers, auditioned in front of the judges and…this is the part where I speak for myself…I sang The Fugees’  Killing me softly song…the judges gave me 3 ‘No’s and cushioned my ‘fall’ with comments about me making a better Vj / Dj as opposed to singing professionally.

It was an experience, for sure.

Till next time, easy does it

Mother…

She’s my best friend and doubles as my biggest critic, whether it’s my outfit, or my choice in men, even my hair. It makes her day when I let her pick out my outfit
“Mom, here’s two dresses, which one do you think I should wear?”
Makes her feel involved at times like these when I can buy my own clothes, fuel the car, and go out on the town, without asking her for a shilling.

I’ve been toying with the idea of moving out of my parents place for quite some time now…(yes, I still stay with them, Miss Goodie-two-shoes like that)
only for her to walk into the living room, where I’m seated, trying to drink a litre of water in the hope that it will give me some relief from a nasty hang-over, brought on by an irresponsible night of drinking.

We get talking, she points out all my flaws(and my poor financial management – some days I will ask her for kitty for the week; I am working on learning how to work well with money) I retaliate with “I’m not a child anymore” kinda talk.

Finally, after the tempers are done flaring, I come to a sober conclusion that I should ditch my nocturnal life for a while, make Mom happy, then hopefully after I’ve made it to the Idols final, and won the Sony BMG contract and a cool $80,000, I can humbly inform the parents that I’d like to move house.

Say a prayer for me, and her.
Till next time, easy does it.