Vuka

Tonight was an absolute eye-opener. At the risk of sounding like the town drunkard, sobriety lended a helpful hand tonight.

Before I forget, I was pulled over in a road block tonight. In my seven years of hitting the bottle, I have only been puloled over twice, and freakishly both times I was sober. Now I'm less than proud to admit that I drive drunk, but given South Africa's poor public transport system, it's something we all have done. What I am incredibly ashamed of is our country's legal code.

I had been drinking both of the times that I was pulled over. The first time I had consumed less than half a hunter's dry, because I was sick and my gag reflex reacted to even the slightest whiff of alcohol. Tonight I had about 3 drinks but probably two three hours before I drove. The thing is, on both occasions, when the policeman asked me if I had been drinking I answered a very polite "yes". Look, I'm not gonna lie. Let's say I did and they decided to take a breathalizer. Even if I was under the limit, my lie would be exposed and I'm not going to take the chance. What I don't get is that I said yes! And they let me go. No tests. No other questions. They didn't even give a request for my licence! Confusion evelopes me.

But on less complex matters, let's get back to tonight. Maybe I'm naïve, but I've always believed that with friendship comes loyalty. I can't go into details but I was honestly ready to kill. At first I thought that I was overreacting about this individual's inappropriate behaviour, but later others independantly voiced their similar opinions.

I would understand why someone would want to deliberately hurt me if I had done something unsuitable towards them, but this came out of the blue. The behaviour from this person seems to be becoming too familiar for my liking. It's almost as if he/she acts like this so frequently that we now overlook it as it has become a standard personality trait.

I lie in a predicament. I can't say anything. I want to. I wanted to. It's too late now. Unfortunately, I can't explain the situation in which case I can't get any advising comments, but I just needed to vent. A very censored vent it seems.

Indecision

People change when they're around their chosen few. If baffles me and yet I find myself guilty of the same crime.

I seriously wish Andy wasn't sick. We'd have so much to talk about tonight.

You silly kangaroo

This blog has to be dedicated to a dear friend of mine who up and left the country over a year ago. She is probably my most avid reader and always complains when I don't blog enough.

The reason that I haven't blogged is two fold. Firstly I haven't been home, and more importantly because the only things that have been on my mind recently are not matters of public concern. I recently went through a phase where I couldn't keep my mouth shut about anything. I know, I know, it is common practice for me to stick my foot in my mouth, but the things I happened to be blurting out were causing others considerable misfortune, so I decided to be secretive for a while.

Yesterday I returned from a camping trip. In retrospect it was quite enjoyable, but I felt very differently upon arrival! There were no ablution blocks, no trees, and no running water. The only toilets could be compaired to the chunda laced porta-potties found at the center of a drunken hoopla. Only these were tin shacks with no doors and a mound in the center somewhat resembling the shape of a toilet bowl. This is not the end if it! Spiders of every regiment found these fascilities suitably adequate and had comfortably fashioned their lodgings here. We actually found one toilet-mound where an intricate web had been spun over the entire hole. For all of those of you who know about my urination restrictions when it comes to anywhere other than my own home, I'm sure you can understand my dismay.

I am now trying to book a trip to the Grahamstown festival but, crisis, accomodation is expensive!!