Wow, that’s harsh. Must have been traumatizing :\
Poor guy.
BTW I like your writing style. Fun to read ^^
YAY! its important.
sometimes it can be the hotest thing about a woman
and? did you hand it in?
You sound cool but you are so arrogant. Does the City do this to you? I fled Cape Town to rediscover my true self.
So what would reality be then? What you look like, where you live, the place you go everyday to work? What colour your couch is, whether you are single or married? How broke you are and how much debt you have to repay every month?
Technology is part of a reality and, yes, there are people who live their lives by it (such as those who “push” it and such as those 16 year old’s whose lives are dictated by Facebook and twitter), but aren’t you only as involved as you want to be?
Regardless of how many Facebook, Twitter and blog accounts you have, of what ISP you subscribe to, how many computers you work on every day, material realty - such as what you own, the relationships you conduct- the person you live with, the issues you have with your car, the money you spend on groceries - are all real to a non digital reality. Certainly, technology has a place in almost everyone’s life, but just because you use doesn’t make it your entire reality.
If “everything” you have done and been over the last 7 years was for her, then you wouldn’t be in this situation.
Passion
Love
Intense Longing
Tears of hatred, lies, and deceit
Laughter
Smiles
Extreme Joy
Happiness in a fleeting moment
Screams
Fear
Destroyer of salvation
Help The Tortured Soul
John van de Ruit wrote Spud. Just FYI.
Very nice would like to see more from CowGirl69
Totally relate to this! Have you been using my morning stories to help you with this piece?? LOL Brilliant
And CowGirl69 impresses on her first show … looking forward to what next she has in store for us,” Ay CowGirl69?” ;-)
I’ve always said that those “fancy” phones were gay and bound to fuck up sooner or later. Case and Point :P
Absolutely HI-LA-RI-OUS! (And better than the book, I might add)
I am still busy with your novel - granted, reading very slowly (sorry), but so far so good! :)
Looking forward to the Capetonification one! :)
Dude, woman will use their last dying breathe to moan about something.
Like I said Ladies, it’s a pickle.
I’m not pretending to be a Victim. I’m not complaining either. I’m stating facts, because I accept my situation for what it is. I am perfectly in control of my destiny, but sometimes you have to take that long hard road to see where it will go (Thanks Zevon)
As you all know, you are nothing but a shadow of the image you project to those around you.
Because of that, expectation drives you to deliver a facade. Not just to some. But to all.
The only thing that keeps me around is expectation, because I don’t like to disappoint. But I am tired of it though. I’m tired of the bullshit. The pretending. The lying. The faking.
You’re right Pseudononymous, ranting on a blog doesn’t make it better, But it sure as hell is fun.
I thank you for your concern and participation. And don’t take it personally if you are one of those folks in my life. You might not be the one I loathe.
It’s great to have some interaction on this thing.
Keep it coming.
Sounds like you need a break form everything and everyone…
Do you think you are the only person who feels like this?
Writing about it on a blog wont make it better, and if you are going to make an effort to complain about it, perhaps that energy would be better spent rectifying the situation? Sure as shit, no one is going to fix it for you.
I don’t understand why people spend the majority of their lives doing things - like the work that they do, their jobs - when they don’t actually enjoy it? For a nice lifestyle? Bullkrap. Why would you waste your life doing something you loathe? I really don’t get it. (And yes, I’m sure I don’t understand your situation exactly, but its a valid observation, innit?)
As for the alienated friends - perhaps they don’t “get it” because you haven’t told them?
And stop being a cock, Jew ;)
ha ha ha.
Mr. Riply.
How the fuck are ya?
I think my memory of that night is pretty accurate.
Am I spot on here?