"Why are you waiting for the world?"

With the gentle heat of summer bouncing off the buildings in town, and hundreds of people bustling in the streets over lunch, I bumped into a drunk homeless guy.
I had seen the same guy on my way to the bank. Aimlessly falling around, asking random people what they where up to.
So, upon my return, it was my turn. But instead of asking me what I was up to, he said to me: "why are you waiting for the world?"
Stroke of genius, I must say. Why AM I waiting for the world?
I wait for everything. The world has to allow for emotions to work themselves out, the world needs to send me a sign before I buy something, the world needs to send me a perfect partner.
But then I realised something. Yes, we have to take charge, but I already do.
I walk up to a person and go, “I think you’re really attractive.” I make the first move, I buy that dress. I have no boundaries and no limits. I speak my mind and put myself “out there,” as they say.
Looking at this, though, maybe the problem is that I act, and then still wait for the world to react – instead of just turning around and going on.
It’s silly really. I can interpret this in so many ways, when all I really need to do is breathe and remember what the drunk homeless guy said. Just keep it in the back of my head.
Yesterday on the train the seat across from me had a question scrawled across it:
“When last did you see two people bump into each other and fall in love?”
Good question. So, naturally, I thought about it.
Not recently.
Some of my older friends and family have told me how they saw their partners in the street/traffic etc. and knew then and there that they were going to marry that person.
That doesn’t happen anymore.
Years and years ago I made this rule, never date your friends. This rule came in after my circle of friends tore apart after one of the girls decided to start dating the guys in the group. So, I have never ever ever dated a friend.

Maybe I’m waiting for the world to send me someone to bump into?

Maybe this is a mistake and I have to try something different?

Maybe I just have to take more charge?

Maybe I have to wait?

Maybe…

Married women ~ start looking after yourselves!

I'm sitting at work with my hair in a kind of messy state, realising that I have to blog, because I haven't in ages and that my hair is a mess, because I ran late putting on fabulous make-up and completely forgot to brush the mess...
Yesterday, while on the train to the Northern Subs, I realised that married women look shit.
And it's true. Your average middle class woman will look after herself while she's single and then once she's been lassoed by some bloke, her personal maintenance will go to 0.
Reason?
I'm unsure.
It could be one of so many things or a accumulation of the lot.
Maybe they take on a far-fetched attitude that says "he's seen me at my worst, so I can look bad every day",
Or maybe it's a case of "not like I need to impress anyone anymore".
But honestly, woman! LOOK AFTER YOURSELF!
Being married is not a sign from the gods that you now have to give up your wishes of owning real Jimmy Chou's and have to start wearing vulgar underwear!
Yes, there is a law against "too-much-brown" and yes, you are breaking it!
I do understand that it is difficult to squeeze off the R200 a month for MAC, and that you've lost your fabulous figure after popping four children.
But there's ways around that! There are fashion blogs for mommy's and an assortment of fashion mags. Spoiling yourself is inexpensive and looking good is a privilege, not a chore!
Besides, if I had looked like I was scraped out of the drain by the docks, I'd not have had the job I do.
Success is a stairway, and it'll be an easier one to climb if you do it looking good.

Just a min rant for today! <3