Okay lets take it back a little bit. Over the years I have come to accept that some people might find me to be a kinda alright looking guy. I've tried to deny it for the longest time but it caught up with me. Maybe I'm a little bit attractive but not Taye Diggs type. I dont exactly make people melt at the knees you know. Now understand, I have never, ever looked at myself and said that I am a hottie. I seriously dont see it. To me, I'm just another regular guy hanging on the streets. Fo real. I just dont see what people see. And actually I feel a bit uncomfortable when people tell me nice things about myself. Complex maybe. Anyway, this has gotten me into some serious trouble in my years on these streets. Dude, its fucken crazy man. Lemme tell you my first ever alternate story.
So there I was, young impressionable, naive boy was hanging out on the beach in 1998 with his friend for new years. The said friend was never into ass so it was not his mission for the evening. And honestly it was not for me either. Anyway there we are, little laaities, on clifton 4th on the 31st of December looking for a good time/. We find it, but in the form of other young people like us wanting a good time. Anyway, the night rolls along and the new years celebrations roll past. Back then it was all about how many chick you had scored, so I was doing pretty well in the stakes cause that was my vibe. Anyway, a little after midnight a coupla friends decide to throw me into the water just for fun cause we are all drunk. Fair enough. Now there I m all drunk and **** and wet on the beach on new years. Come 4AM and Im hanging out on the edge of the beach with all my wet clothes over my body to keep myself warm, and this guy walks over to me to greet me. In the Cape Town sense he was a pretty average guy. Yellow denim pants, white wifebeater, sandals and no front teeth. So in the spirit of the new year I extend my hand to him to wish him a new year. He takes my hand and says "Happy New Years" to me. nothing outta the ordinary with that. Next thing I know I try to claim my hand back but he still has it in his hand. Next thing you know this guy goes from taking my hand to greet it and his hands go up from my forearm to my shoulder to my chest to my abs. WTF?!?!?!?! This guy, I dont know at all, has his paws all over me and I dont know what to do. So he asks me why am so wet and I tell him that some friend threw me in the pool. Next thing I know this guys hands are on my crotch and they are squeezing. WTF!!!!
Then he asks me: "Can I suck your cock?"
Why? Why does this kind of thing happen to me? Look, I am all for people who are into that kind of vibe but why me? Seriously, is there something about me that says that I'm a guy that way inclined?
And this is not the first(or the last) time this has happened. What the dealy is?
07 March 2008
06 March 2008
Chronomentrophobia...
...The Fear Of Clocks/The Fear Of Time.
So how many people do you know who are studying and working at the same time? It seems that every person that I speak to is totally amazed that I work and study at the same time. I mean I'm not exactly breaking any records or anything like that, I mean I'm just trying to get mines. Ok sure, maybe I want a little too much too quickly but who can blame a brother? I guess I didnt exactly follow convention and do things the way that the rest of the world does it after leaving high school. I've always had this thing in me that hates being part of the norm. I mean it almost feels like the world is trying to control my destiny, and I hate that. I really really really really REALLY hate that! Seriously. Looking at my situation now, its a bit pap. Due to unforseen circumstances, I'm still staying with my mom(which is embarassing enough so just dont say anything). You hear that? A grown ass man still living with his mom! Aint that some bullshit? I know some people would be like "are you crazy? Momma cook the food, momma pay the bills, momma do the laundry! Shit, I aint never leaving"
All I really want is this: to have my own pad, finish my degree, and take photographic career path that will earn me millions of rands. Is that so much to ask? Alas, that is not to be.
I guess the reason for this rant is that I just got offered full time job that can get me crazy paid while I am studying. Now I sit back and reflect on how many people have/are doing the same thing that I am. Cause people see you as a hero when you doing that kinda shit. Or maybe I just interpret their signal wrong and they think I'm some kinda wannabe hero who's gonna fall flat on his face. Whatever. If you think about it, how many movies are there out there where the struggling woman comes out on top and beats all the odds after studying, having a 9to5 and a 6to10? Shit, it aint that hard to do. I guess I want too much to quickly.
And this raises another question. You know when you see a guy/girl that you used to be in the same class with in highschool and they ask you what you doing and you hesitate to answer. Dont you ever feel pap when they tell you all these tales of amazingness that they are/have done and you just sitting there in the rat race like everybody else? Just a thought.
On another note. I just got the most amazing fucken gift a guy like m e could ever ask for. Like for real. So get this, only recently did I discover that my dad used to be a photographer when he was my age. So after a bit of convicing I was able to coax his old camera outta him. But this be one of them dope oooool school camera's. Aint that the shit. Now only thing that sucks about that is that taking photo's is now going to cost me a nice chunk of change. If anybody knows how to develop your own photo's, do ou want a part-time assistant to help you out? Holla at your boy. Oh any pointers and tips on what the way to go is then I'm all ears.
In the words of LD
1ove
Increase The Peace
So how many people do you know who are studying and working at the same time? It seems that every person that I speak to is totally amazed that I work and study at the same time. I mean I'm not exactly breaking any records or anything like that, I mean I'm just trying to get mines. Ok sure, maybe I want a little too much too quickly but who can blame a brother? I guess I didnt exactly follow convention and do things the way that the rest of the world does it after leaving high school. I've always had this thing in me that hates being part of the norm. I mean it almost feels like the world is trying to control my destiny, and I hate that. I really really really really REALLY hate that! Seriously. Looking at my situation now, its a bit pap. Due to unforseen circumstances, I'm still staying with my mom(which is embarassing enough so just dont say anything). You hear that? A grown ass man still living with his mom! Aint that some bullshit? I know some people would be like "are you crazy? Momma cook the food, momma pay the bills, momma do the laundry! Shit, I aint never leaving"
All I really want is this: to have my own pad, finish my degree, and take photographic career path that will earn me millions of rands. Is that so much to ask? Alas, that is not to be.
I guess the reason for this rant is that I just got offered full time job that can get me crazy paid while I am studying. Now I sit back and reflect on how many people have/are doing the same thing that I am. Cause people see you as a hero when you doing that kinda shit. Or maybe I just interpret their signal wrong and they think I'm some kinda wannabe hero who's gonna fall flat on his face. Whatever. If you think about it, how many movies are there out there where the struggling woman comes out on top and beats all the odds after studying, having a 9to5 and a 6to10? Shit, it aint that hard to do. I guess I want too much to quickly.
And this raises another question. You know when you see a guy/girl that you used to be in the same class with in highschool and they ask you what you doing and you hesitate to answer. Dont you ever feel pap when they tell you all these tales of amazingness that they are/have done and you just sitting there in the rat race like everybody else? Just a thought.
On another note. I just got the most amazing fucken gift a guy like m e could ever ask for. Like for real. So get this, only recently did I discover that my dad used to be a photographer when he was my age. So after a bit of convicing I was able to coax his old camera outta him. But this be one of them dope oooool school camera's. Aint that the shit. Now only thing that sucks about that is that taking photo's is now going to cost me a nice chunk of change. If anybody knows how to develop your own photo's, do ou want a part-time assistant to help you out? Holla at your boy. Oh any pointers and tips on what the way to go is then I'm all ears.
In the words of LD
1ove
Increase The Peace
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