WTF

moment.

How the hell did I get here?

I think as a child (when I was younger) I had a better judgement of character than I do now.

Ever found yourself wondering how the fuck did you get to this point of relating with a person/idea, and you are wondering why do I even give a shit about it?

*the swear words are by design.

I think I expect not a lot from people, but the bare minimum of what they should be able to deliver without effort, sadly, turns out to be a lot to ask.

batho ba tlo reng?

I guess that's it.

When you wake up, bathe, walk out into the world --- what are your thoughts? A few people would easily say: I don't care what people have to say?

How true is that? If you really, didn't give a rats ass about what is being (or imagined to be) said about you, surely you'd walk out the house naked (in summer at least) or be rude, crass and ignorant, but, you are not.

I think, if you are going to say something, then take cognisance of the fact that somebody is listening to you.  If they lend you their ear, then please, do make it worth their time.

I just realised that has implication in why I don't listen to that bullshit (lil' wayne, florida, drake, kwito yadi-yadi-yadi-yada) --- I value every moment I spend in this space, it has to be well spent.

wait, wait --- what am I talking about?

Oh, angst --- I am at that point, again, where there is way too much bullshit, way, way, way too much.

What is upsetting about the bullshit, is that some people buy it, regurgitate, shuffle it, paraphrase it, resell it and expect you to agree with -- nah muthafucker, my momma didn't raise no fool.

Like a friend of mine said today:

What's on page two? (if you don't get this, its okay, maybe one day you will).

now, we go sleep. --- this was an unplanned broadcast.

till we write again.