Random...

I posted this piece on this blog about five years ago... I read through it, edited it and decided to share it again. It's throwback thursday after all.

Its so amazing how abstract things we go through in everyday life finds a 

way to be interpreted in how we live. I’m sure many of us can relate to this, especially the ladies. Just another bunch of randomness.

** Forcing yourself into outfits that clearly don’t fit and buying them anyway. A size 6 dress when you really are a 10.  I’ve been in situations where I have bought new jeans, not because I needed them, but because they represented big brands and I was getting them relatively cheap. Size is nothing but a number yeah?... except when your butt crack starts to show and you can barely walk in them, then you think twice about size.
Or sometimes you walk into a shop or look in the car trunk of a sales person, you see beautiful pairs of shoes, which are a size too small for you, do you walk away? No, you buy them and keep because no one else should have them if you can’t have them. They look too good to walk away from.

Reminds me of how people date because of how cute, hot, wealthy and popular the other person is, even though their characters are flawed and they derive pleasure in causing them pain and bore them with their dull sense of humor. They stay on in such offensive relationships just because they don’t want anyone else to have him/her if they can’t.

They choose to stay with the superficial perfect guy/girl and bask in the attention from people and envy of friends, because of the comments of ‘such a cute couple’ and those fabulous red carpet pictures they take together, and all the expensive gifts and holidays, while inside they’re dying to breath, they can’t walk well and this huge blister is building up on their feet from the too tight shoes, plus their butt is on fire from being held in too tight in an undersized pair of jeans.

The fact that it’s all fine and classy doesn’t mean you’ve got to have it if it doesn’t fit… learn to let go.
 

**How about those carrier bags we carefully put aside after a day of shopping in choice stores, like say Harrods, Selfridges, Louis Vuitton etc... you get my drift. We spent mad money in the shop and we need the world to know we’re posh like that. Thus the next time we have to take stuff out, or go to the salon, or take fabrics to the tailor, we grab a hold of the luxury bags from the pile of Primark, new look et co. Like oh, its nothing. We shop there like everyday and we don’t care.

Me and my BFF Da' T.R.U.T..H... :|

Don’t know what to relate this to... maybe name dropping? We happen to coincidental bump into some celebrity and next thing we’re talking like we rolling cool with ‘em and are all that… buddies, pals, sistas. We post the pictures he/she agreed to take with us all over face book, instagram and twitter with tags like ‘rolling with my man diddy’ Or a girl who has one guy smile at her and act nice to her getting all delusional, going round telling people she’s dating the poor boy or how in love he is with her and probably changing her relationship status to ‘in a relationship’

 

**The guys/girls who are clueless when it comes to cooking. They step into the kitchen and try to slice tomatoes/meat like a pro, only its a blunt knife he/she is using, so you don’t get clean smooth cuts, instead it gets all squashed up as they keep attempting to slice with the knife. Now that kind of slicing hurts the most, imagine it on your skin.

 Guys/girls...*sigh*...they break hearts, its normal, but some of them are so clueless or well maybe just mean souls, they don’t just break it into two, nope, they try to slice it with a blunt knife, in the process squashing it and letting it splash in different directions, making it so difficult to mend. I mean if its broken into two, you can get a glue and put it back together in no time, but in pieces, it takes ages just like a jigsaw puzzle, maybe you might miss a piece when rearranging the jigsaw, thus you’re left with a very bitter woman/man to deal with.

**When you’re eating some nice, extremely delicious extra hot chicken/goat/cowleg pepper soup(yummy) and you get the sauce splashed in your eyes when you try to cut the somewhat tough meat... You scream in shock/pain, rush to wash the fire out of your eyes, but would you push the plate aside when you’re back from the bathroom, the affected eyes still red and barely opened? No! You pick up from where you left, how in the world do they expect you to leave your meal just because of that little incident?

I see that as being in a relationship that’s abusive but so steamy you don’t want to let go, you heal from your hurt and grab the plate back ready to wash the eyes again if another accident happens, why cant you just leave the food and move on, you can always eat pepper soup another day. Can’t you? You’ll find someone who loves you enough to respect you and treat you like the princess that you are.

 

**Eating garlic because you know it’s got this healthy thing to it, but the end result? Well you’ll stink all day and people would turn their nose up when you speak. Think sleeping with a man for Gucci bags, a car, shiny things etC. The effect may be beautiful, you’ll glitter in diamonds but you’ll stink so badly to yourself, and others. Material things can’t buy you class can it?

You may look good like the result of eating garlic is great, but is it worth the stink?

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**Spending hours putting on makeup that looks like you don’t have any makeup on. This is so funny. I mean the time we spend making up so we can look like we’ve got no make up on is WOW. I’ll liken this one to gushing on and on about a guy and all and all and that and this for hours to our friends, holding the phone and willing him to call, and when he finally does, we take our time to answer or we talk like we’re not interested or thrill our selves out by not answering at all... Yes its fun, but sometimes its annoying, just say yes to him and save both yourselves time. The sooner you start dating and know if he's one for keeps or for dump, the better. right? I mean if you want to look like you’ve got no makeup on, then don’t wear any right?

 

** Or those mothers who sterilize every single thing for their first babies. Its so amusing it bothers on annoying. You don’t use unsterilized spoons or if a vest drops on the sparkling clean floor, it goes right back into the washer… but with the second child, you get shouted on for taking too long ‘don’t bother with the sterilizer, just bring it’ or you don’t even see the sterilizer anymore, its lost somewhere in storage...
The first days of relationships, the chasing phase where you’re treated like an egg who must not be bruised or cracked, when the chase is done, no one cares, you could break, and we’ll just stitch you back up. Most of us are in that phase in our relationship with God.

That's all folks... I think.