If the grass on the other side is greener, turn your
sprinkler on or till with manure.
Ok so I’m new to the game of putting up events of my life on
the World Wide Web for strangers to read and comment on and ideally I don’t
have the most interesting of lives to blog about so as I was sitting around
today I decided to do something absurd and blog about it. Being in the blogging
game really challenges one to spice up their lives. I mean I’ve even considered
bungee jumping or some other super dangerous sport so that I can blog about it
when I survive, I think that should be if I survive.
So I got home from school prepared some quick noodles and
got down to my poem book perusing through the inspiring, controversial and
passionate words given to us by the likes of Emily Dickinson, A E Housman,
William butler Yeats etcetera the list is endless, when my phone shrilled. I
opened the text from a guy friend I met at campus while arranging an ICT
conference almost a month earlier and replied in the jovial way I always reply
to all my texts.
So I told him about my passion for the arts and literature
to be precise and he was like ‘that’s nice you really like literature’ and I’m
like ‘you have no clue. So what are you passionate about?’ and he is like ‘I’m
passionate about lots of things but to be brief les just say life, sex,
videogames, movies and sports.’ Ideally I’m not a flirt so it doesn’t come easy
and whenever I feel it coming I stop it right where it is but at that moment I
saw blogging material so I went on with his flow. He asked me some questions
about my sex life and I slipped into character.
‘I like sex; no in fact I love it. Of late I have not been
having enough of it since I have lots of school work but other than that I can
even pay for it’! According to him that’s the kind of person I am. You can bet
on the fact that that was a stupid move, but for once I wanted to live on the
other side. I have forever been living on the good girl lane and for that brief
moment I wanted to feel how life on the fast lane really feels like. I wanted
to understand this crash course life where sex and love don’t come in one
package and I’m guessing that if I stay around I’ll definitely learn it the
hard way. Keep on keeping up with my blog and you shall know how bitter this
will turn out.
As for my little wants I doubt if I’ll actually ever live
that life of the promiscuous and careless but if any of my readers knows
something about it please feel free to educate a sister. Cause in as much as I
would love to live that life just to understand how you can sleep with yourself
at night I won’t do it. When I was a little girl I also wanted a bicycle and my
awesome parents bought me a mountain bike. Two weeks down the line I fell off
real bad from my bike and I don’t like riding anymore. That shows that not all
you want is good for you and as Sylvia Plath said “I desire the things that
will destroy me in the end”.
So dear reader help me answer my query. Is the grass truly
greener on the other side? And if it is what manure and how much water do you
put in the soil?
Oh I'm Velma by the way, the unqualified gardener.
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