What’s Your Story?

This post, which I’m really hoping will be as exciting and interesting as I initially imagined, was inspired by my mother, Veronica. She’s had the idea running for a while now and has said on and off for a few years how she’d like to write a book/blog based on the weird and wonderful people wandering through life on their own wavelength. I think it’d be an amazing idea, where she could take a snapshot of someone who looks particularly interesting, be it a grown man in a pink and yellow tutu in the middle of a casino, or a woman on a stroll pushing a pram full of cats, and ask them “What’s your story?” and have their image featured ┬áin the blog/book with the caption being, quite obviously, their short story.

I love this idea because I find observing people and my surroundings fascinating. I mean, I’d prefer sitting in a coffee shop and watching all the intriguing specimens of human life walk by to going out to a club or a movie. Seems normal, right? (sarcasm intended)

But it’s not all about going out with the intention to find a quirky individual purely for the sake of snapping a picture and writing a blog, it’s about taking an interest in something other than yourself and your schedule, busy as it may be. It’s about looking past superficial surroundings and having an intention to neglect and forget negative judgement. It’s realising that other people exist in this world besides yourself, and each one of them, like you, has a story.

The concept is also great in working as a distraction, and believe me, I’m all about distractions. It’s safe to assume that everyone hates being caught in traffic, yes? well, a little escape is as simple as lifting your head up and looking around. You’re not the only one stuck in the seemingly never-ending cue of cars and pollution, and yes it is most probably because of that careless individual who sped past you at 170 km/h a few minutes back and has just been caught by the police, but bitching and moaning and cursing the universe won’t make them un-speed. But, looking around at the other drivers on the road might be just what you need to help you get through it. Perhaps that 30-trying-to-look-20 year old woman who is clearly still caught up in the “Brittany Spears phase” will make you chuckle with her senseless and uncoordinated thrashing of her arms and whipping of her head to “Hit Me Baby One More Time”. Or, it could be the father of four doing the afternoon school run with a barbie hair clip feebly dangling on a few strands of hair into his face, which is a regular occurrence for him, whilst the youngest child excitedly smears the ice cream she insisted on getting, all over the window and into her hair. Perhaps you are that noble father of four, and what’s getting you through the tedious drive is the body builder in front of you singing along to Taylor Swift, his guilty pleasure. Even if the situation you witness isn’t entertaining, like someone looking a little run down after a long crappy day, it’s easy to realise that sitting in traffic may not be the worst situation to be in right now.

So every once in a while when things are closing in on you and that damn taxi driver cut you off one too many times today, change your perspective and look at the other living, breathing human beings around you. It’s not all glamorous though, I am not trying to advertise an ideal happy-clappy world of wonder here, but that’s not to say it can’t still be wonderful sometimes. For those of you who don’t do it often, or who couldn’t be bothered, or who haven’t actually read any of this… let’s hope the pending idea of “What’s Your Story?” takes off.

All for now



A Bitter-Sweet Goodbye and Hello

So, I am aware that I’ve been AWOL for more than a while, but hear me… (Those of you kind enough to have stuck with me despite my absence)

Since August, I have been overwhelmingly busy with my final exams and sitting through countless hours of torturous studying, which is why I had to do everything in my fading power to refrain from opening WordPress and procrastinating. Yes, I know it’s quite a shocking excuse, but it’s true. However, I can happily say that I’m back! Those tedious 3 months of exam writing are finally over and I’m officially no longer in school, until next year when I go off to university. (Well, pending my final results, of course… let’s hope I’ve passed) School really was full of ups and downs, and I can say with a clear conscious mind that I gave it my all. I’m ecstatic to be done, but the reality that I will never see the inside of those school buildings has not yet quite hit me. However, I can say that all our goodbyes yesterday were heartfelt and left a bitter-sweet sentiment lingering among the matrics of 2014 as we all slowly realized that the 26th of November of this year was most likely going to be the absolute last time we ever see each other (speaking for those of us who weren’t close friends). And now that it’s done and in the past, it’s definitely time to move forward.

So what has happened recently that you might find interesting? If I’m honest? I have hardly anything to say. In general, exams are exceptionally boring and my lack of a social life over the last 3 months is doing nothing but contributing this sad and sorrowful attempt at my “Comeback” blog post. I do, however, have some sort of news… I passed my drivers test and I’ve tasted freedom and responsibility, much as the saying goes. I’ve had more than a few close encounters with other drivers, occasionally a bird or two and an alarmingly high number of potholes. Not to mention the lunatic taxi drivers with a passion for reckless driving, who seem to dominate the roads in South Africa (almost to the same degree as the potholes…)

I’m going to keep this one short, mainly because I feel that this is just a rather pitiful attempt at writing (I’m even considering scrapping this post entirely, unfortunately my stubborn personality won’t allow it) and I do not wish to further embarrass myself and bore my audience by rambling on about nothing, nothing and more nothing, with a side serving of, yes you guessed it, nothing.