My So Called Life

Posted on the April 5th, 2011 under KB's Word,Nyeff Nyeff by Mum-z

How cute was Kirsten Dunst back them... mmmmm

Back in the days there was a TV show called “My So Called Life” and it revolved around some teenagers who were just not experiencing high school the way they should be. Instead of learning the intricate, yet surprisingly (with practice) easy art of un-strapping bras, drinking until they vomited and shared embarrassing sexual experiences with their friends (I’m hoping many female readers have fond memories of this, because I have memories of girls experimenting together and some of them didn’t ACTUALLY happen) or experimenting with that evil Mary Jane, these youngsters were trying to figure out what it’s all about. What is the meaning of life? Actually the more I think about it, maybe they were stoned, and they were asking all those questions because of the journey their illegal substances were taking them on. Those naughty deviants!

The reason why I am thinking about these stoners (love how I just labelled them-claSICK!) is because this question plagues many of us for a period that’s as long as a piece of string (HATE THAT PHRASE! Want to meet the guy who came up with it so I can introduce him to my friends: Bog and Wash. Good oakes even if they are full of s%&*). I have decided that I am multi-talented and that I No. 2 ice cream, so I choose to live my life doing what I love. Arrogance aside, I put my all into everything I do, but that is because it’s exactly that-what I want to do. I am also not into just one thing, although some people are lucky that way (was going to use Steve Irwin as an example but I don’t know-Too soon?), but I am a creative, so this can manifest itself in many strange and very exciting ways.
This unfortunately is not how it goes for everyone, and that’s because reality bites (harder than a bulldog in Pretoria that sees me as a thief). Bills can be paid by dreams, especially if you make the Idols “Best of the Worst” list. I am not the type to pop your dream bubble, but if it’s blown out of the gum of unreality and disillusionment, then I’ll pop away boet! (Gotta show you I’m hard core at times, you check?). As I am writing this, I am having a conversation on Facebook with my old school mates, and amongst reciting what our old school song was (you’d be surprised at how much you remember, really), we are all talking about where we thought we would be. Out of everyone having this discussion, maybe 2 of us are actually kinda, sorta where we wanted to be. The rest are paying bills the way you need to, and some are feeding illegitimate children at the same time (but that’s a bed time story for another day).

So what point am I trying to get to? Or do I just love rambling on like the lunatic those that know me know I am (trying saying that 10 times fast and take that “she sells sea shells by the sea shore”). Well you need to find some sort of escape if you find yourself in that hell that we call daily living. For some it’s going to our favourite haunting ground and bumping into our favourite ghosts. For others it’s that hobby that’s borderline weird, but whatever keeps you going. Others enjoying dressing up as girls once in a while and seeing if you can get picked up (as if you’re fooling anyone), or maybe it’s something as simple as…uh hum….some….uh uh….alone time where you manage to de-stress (mine is not to judge).

For many of us though, we have that fear of the unknown. We know that our hearts are not in that crappy office job where the highlight is when you find out who Beth slept with over the weekend (the slut), but fulfilling a passion you just don’t believe you could make money from or succeed at. Sometimes you need to go for it. Start it as a side project. Get into it slowly, but always know it’s never too late. Remember it’s a long walk…

- KB’s word