Good morning people!
It’s been a long while since we talked (or since I wrote and you read). Naturally, quite a bit has happened since then…
First of all, remember my writer friend I told you about? Well, he actually won the competition!! So I’d like to thank everyone who voted for him from on here. Your reward is in heaven 😀
And if you didn’t vote, your reward is in the same place as your reward for voting for GEJ into office…
Also, please join me in praising God! My level don change… Once upon a time, there was no difference between me and the people who live under Third Mainland bridge. But brethren, God has now put a roof over my head and delivered me from carpenters. Roof work is done and the wankers are gone!!! Once again, I am free to do naked cartwheels in my living room. There’s still a lot of work to be done in the house, but for now, I’m enjoying the peace and quiet.
Meanwhile, in the past few days, my self-confidence has taken a severe beating on many levels and I’ve been plagued with self-doubt. It started last week when I met a friend for lunch… she was shocked when she saw me. She said she didn’t know I had cut my hair! A few days later, I was outside my house, inspecting the Aluminum work on the roof when another friend called. He asked what I was doing. When I told him, he was shocked (like friend no. 1)…
They both said the same thing; I read about your hair/roof on your blog but I didn’t think you were serious.
Then a 3rd friend visited my blog and he didn’t get past the 2nd paragraph before he complained. His exact words were; “How I wan take read all this many many story? Abeg put picture joor!”
I decided to ignore friend no. 3 because the only thing he reads is the expiry date printed on the packet of his herpes medicine. But the others got me thinking… what the hell have I been writing about?? How can you not take me seriously???
You see, when you become a blogger, you start noticing other blogs. You click on every link that ends with ‘blogspot.com’ and you take out time to read each word, even if it’s crap. Some are serious blogs with meaningful content and big important words like “Recriminate” and “Advantageousness”. Those are the blogs that teach life lessons, give out valuable information and broadcast groundbreaking news.
Then some other blogs have gbagauns in their blog title, gbagauns in their content and because of the similarities in the gbagaun patterns, you suspect that the lone anonymous comment in the comment section was written by the blogger himself. You wonder if those bloggers have friends…
I don’t exactly have a niche. I don’t give you news that you didn’t already hear two days ago. I can’t give you gossip cos I will f&@k up royally when I write things like “…an anonymous inside source called Sidney told me that blah blah blah…”
Entertainment is out of the question.
IT? *bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!* No.
PORN? OK no.
I also had a bit of erm… *cough*… man trouble… ( ._.)
There’s this guy. I’ve known him for quite a while actually, but yeah there’s this guy. I’m feeling all girly as I write this… and I can’t say too much about it but he’s the sweetest guy ever! He reminds me of all the things I miss about being part of a couple. But right now, it’s all very very complicated and I’m trying to take each day as it comes.
Finally, yesterday, I attended my very last interview. It was two interviews actually… the first one wasn’t so bad. The guy who interviewed me looked like a model for a condom advert. His shirt was so tight I was having trouble focusing. All the chest muscles I learned about in Anatomy class in school, I could see them through his shirt.
It was the 2nd interview that made me decide it would be my very last. There were two of em’- the lady in charge and her Smeagol look-alike partner. Madame was busy on her computer so Smeagol did most of the questioning. He asked why I didn’t finish Medicine, and then asked whether I agree that companies don’t call me back because of my age. Don’t I think I’m too old? Then he also asked what my greatest achievement in life is…
As at that moment, my greatest achievement was being able to stop myself from stabbing him in the eye with my pen. Of course, I didn’t say that.
In the end, he concluded by saying that I had failed to “Wow” them. Me, I’m sitting there thinking, “Well, that’s not what yo’ mama said last night when I gave her the D.”
Sadly, the only ‘D’ I have to give is diarrhea so I kept my answer to myself.
Bottom line is, I’m officially sick and tired of having to prove myself to people and feeling like I’m not worthy of certain things. *sigh!*
We’ll have to finish this off tomorrow. Have a great weekend guys…