You know it’s gonna be an interesting day when you put your shoes on before your pants. At five o’clock in the morning, rectifying this pants-shoes situation feels a lot more complicated than it really is. It’s an arduous task filled with loads of sighs, but soft sighs, cos you don’t want to wake your family.
Nevertheless, pants and shoes in place, I set off for my morning walk, hoping the world wouldn’t put me on before its pants today… (more…)
I don’t like neighbours. Punt. Klaar. Of nie?
Now-now! Hold your horses – no need to get your grump on. This statement carries no offence and is more of a generalisation about my own character than any one of the people who happen to live in my proximity. I’m sure there’s a chance my neighbours don’t like me either. But both the neighbours and I would be presumptuous in this belief. We would be uttering our discord from a position of ignorance since we can’t say, objectively, that we don’t like each other. After all, we don’t even know each other.
Of course, I am not referring to any neighbour in particular, nor any neighbourhood for that matter. I think my peevedness with neighbours and neighbourhoods are unfortunate side-effects of my rebellious nature. I inherently distrust and loathe any bandwagons or conventional social hierarchies. I test the merits of authority before conceding to it. I dislike compliance with anything that sprouts from an unchecked group psyche… (more…)