I am still working on the Love write-up. It is somewhere in my brain, but I cannot seem to dig it up. Monday was a drag. I didn’t even go to work. I was under the weather. So I could not rant. I made an attempt, but I didn’t get past the first 3 lines. On Tuesday, I went to work, ran into a lady on twitter who first trashed me on my line of thought when it comes to writing. I admit I was pissed, but I was finally able to get in contact with my clowning mojo. She became a friend. It was nice to meeting you @Kcesca. Folks she is a writer too. Be sure to check out her blog. Hey now, she isn’t as sarcastic as I am, but she knows her onions.
And I have finally arrived at today.
I woke up, Rubbed my eyes a bit, then I heard it. The rain was pouring down again, just like it did Monday and Tuesday. I decided to amuse myself by singing this song
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Little children want to play
Hmm….that song is a BIG FAT LIE! In my childhood days, playing in the rain was much more fun than playing on dry days. I remember running, laughing and chasing my little buddies. Each time it was over, I would silently pray for the rain to come back again. This love for the rain even followed me to secondary school and the university. You can always wiggle your way out of lectures and classes on them rainy days.
Who even wrote that song?
But I am not stopping there. There are more rules I discovered had a dent to it. Here is some of them…
Don’t talk to strangers: How is this even possible? You first day in school, be it elementary, secondary or the university, everyone is a stranger and if you decide to obey this rule, babe you are on your own.
Don’t collect money from people you don’t know: Yeah right, I would have had to walk about 10 miles back home if I had refused money from a young chap who offered when I realized my wallet was missing.
Don’t eat food outside: Biko, but the restaurant you are taking me to is outside food too. Plus if I wait to eat food from inside my house, I will be as skinny Fido Dido.
Fibroids can grow and cause heavy and painful menstruation, painful sexual intercourse, and urinary frequency and urgency. In most cases they don’t hurt you. As I am sitting here, I keep thinking about all the pluses I have gained by ignoring these little voices in my head that keep repeating these rules. I probably would have never met the man of my dreams, if I really refused to talk to stranger. I agree with you…adhering to them won’t hurt me, but the thought that they may NOT be true just makes me uncomfortable. Kinda like a fibroid. I have to pee.