So, here goes… Okay, I'm sorry, no, sorry, I started with a cliché. It irritates me that I'm aware of it and now I've completely lost my train of thought; not a great beginning to something people might read. Anyway, this, is an attempt to scribe my thoughts and so might make for better reading if you look at it as a splurging monologue, a speech, as I will - for the most part - not be backspacing. You probably will find lots of commas and semi-colons and dotdotdots, whatever they're called. Sorry about them, I guess it's just how I write - in my defense I've been reading Salman Rushdie lately so unfortunately for now my writing style will also be hard to follow.
So this whole thing came about as a result of the absolute boredom that transpired upon finding myself back at home after five of the kiffest (foreigners read 'coolest', 'mintest', 'most awesome') years away from it. I'm now trying to look at two-thou'-eight as a year of consolidation and inner-growth (i.e. 'compromise'). Don't get me wrong, I mean Durban's great, the weather's hot all-year-round like Florida and it's the sports capital of Africa 'n shit - Surf City - but I can't surf anymore and more importantly being settled at home again is just not as good as four years away at varsity in Cape Town and a year travelling overseas was, so forgive me for sounding spoiled. I guess I could be stuck in Zim or the Sudan or worse, Bloemfontein or that place that's in the middle of the karoo desert but ironically got swept away by a flash flood, Laingsburg. I could be stuck in Laingsburg.
A list of things I thought of doing slash began to pass the time before I came up with this means of venting:
1. Do a Masters at UKZN
2. Do a Masters anywhere else
3. Paint
4. Download p#rn
5. Do p#rn (as James Nichols)
6. Jog
7. Hang myself
8. Grow my business
9. Start a different business
10. Drink 'til I'm happy (not yet written off)
I apologise in advance if you find this crude, please understand the level of boredom I'm experiencing and put it into context. Also, you don't have to read this (but you want to) so consider freedom of choice my disclaimer.
