Analogies Involving Tequila

9 months since my last post. And just to clarify, i have not fathered any children in that time.

I just needed a quick ramble before passing out - drunk and at 6.15am - in my very comfortable and supportive new mattress.

My ramble concerns 'selling yourself short'. What I learned was the following:

Selling yourself short is like that tequila shot you have at the end of a night of partying. You know you could easily have it. You also know it's a bad idea, but you do it anyway because you are completely blinded to how silly it is because of everything that is going on around you. It also is the main cause behind feeling so awful the next morning. NOTE: This analogy is strictly about women.

Sidebar: That analogy would've made sense to you too if you were as drunk as I currently am. Don't judge me. I see that look on your face.

Returning to my original point about selling yourself short and it's close family resemblance to tequila...

I think the point that I've been trying to get across is that selling yourself short is essentially showing no confidence, faith or appreciation for your own talents and abilities. And if YOU can't see the good in yourself, how can you expect others to...?

None of them will ever know how much it hurt when they didn't call or visit while I was alone, at home, in pain.

Stones and Pockets

It's night.

He strolls slowly. He kicks a stone along the cobbled street. It's cold outside. He can see the air exhaling from his mouth with every purposeful breath.

He catches up to the tumbling stone and kicks it again.

Despite the night chill, he wears just jeans and a t-shirt. His hands are in his pockets. He can sense the frustration, the hurt, the humiliation welling up inside him. He feels consumed by it, like the sensation of jumping into water. It surrounds him, confuses him, and offers no escape route.

He kicks the stone.

The moment runs through his head from start to finish on constant repeat. How could he be so foolish? How could he have bought such lies? How could he have shown such faith?

The stone dribbles onwards.

The shadows from the street lamps momentarily hide him from view. He re-appears underneath the next lamp, hands still in pockets. Head still down. Breath still steady. Pace still constant.

He ponders further. Was it his fault? How could it be? Is this the right solution? Is he doing the right thing?

He looks up and sees her standing there. Waiting. Her red dress sits tightly on the curves of her hips. Her arms are folded to protect herself from the cold. She shivers, and looks into his eyes. His breath falters, but he walks towards her still.

They stand opposite each other, shivering now not from cold, but from raw energy. She unfolds her arms and places her palms on his cheeks. She leans in, and they kiss. Her left arm wanders around his neck and pulls him closer. He embraces her around the waist and holds her tightly. The passion is electrifying. The street is empty. And so their love continues.

He opens his eyes. The mirage disappears. She is gone.

He puts his hands back in his pockets.

He kicks the stone forwards.

He walks.

Life Update

OK. So it has been over two months since my last post. I'm terribly sorry. I'm a bad person, yada yada yada, etc. etc.

So a brief update before I start posting again.

Things on my to-do list that I have accomplished:

-Girlfriend..............................check (almost 3 months and counting)
-Employment.........................check (kids sportscoach, grade 1-4)
-Still at uni..............................check (and with good marks!)
-Eternal happiness................working on it (don't judge me, it's harder than it sounds. i'd like to see you try)

So that's me in a nutshell over the past two months.

Now, back to writing...

P.S. It's good to be back

Live. Love. Learn.

My new life motto. Starting as of now. Amazingly enough, I am managing to do all 3 at once.

I am definitely living my life right now. University parties and functions are flowing thick and fast at this point. No to mention all the separate birthday parties and big nights out with friends.

I am definitely loving right now. New starts with special people. New friends. New appreciations for what is important to me. I'm starting to realise exactly what and who I love. An important step in my life.

Learning......... Everybody is constantly learning. Whether it's voluntary or not, every day we will learn some basic lesson. I also happen to be doing the more difficult form of learning - studying. Hoorah! But it's for the best. I think I'm finally getting my head around that now :)

On the note of living and new life mottos. I have a new motto for when I go out and party. It is quite simply:

Suck it up. Back it up.

Translation: Stop whining and have another one!

I think we can all learn a lesson from me and live by these inspired, helpful and rather insightful maxims.

Happy living!!!

Human Basics

What is it to show respect?
What is it to show you care?
What is it to be fair?

Since childhood, we are instilled with a basic values system by which we govern our actions and live our lives. But how is it, that in a society that puts such emphasis and being "a good person", individuals can go so far astray. I'm not talking about the extremes such as theft, abuse or even murder. I'm talking about every day situations - such as treating those you "care about" the way one would treat somebody you "care about". How can somebody instill such hope, faith and joy into another human and then strip it away a moment later? How can a person speak words of passion and love, and by their actions deem them to be hollow and without meaning?

I don't understand. Shouldn't the norm be that when a person's feelings are at stake, then showing respect and being fair be the only correct course of action?

I recently experienced what it is to be let down by somebody you thought better of. Frankly, it sucks. It's that simple. And while you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that at some point you will be let down by those closest to you, nothing can ever prepare you for the feeling of finality that accompanies it. And nothing will ever prepare you for the disappointment - and at times anger - you will feel in those people. Try as you may, you won't ever forget.

It's sad.

I wish it weren't so.
A lot.
And often.

I'm sorry...

Broken Skin

It penetrates his very being. It courses through his body, spreading through every inch like a poison. A fire in his mind. A thunderstorm in his heart. A hurricane in his soul. He struggles to move. His limbs are heavy. His skin begins to crack. He is - for the first time - experiencing the sensation of emptiness. Nothingness. The spark is extinguished. The twinkle disappears. The cool breeze surrounds him. The sun's rays suddenly carry no warmth. His eyes betray him. So he leaves. Without a fight.

He simply leaves.
He is forced to leave.

There is no good reason for any of this.


He wonders, "It's not fair."
He responds, "Life's not fair. Let it go."

And eventually, he did...