Sarcasm

Say what you will about sarcasm I like it. It can be taken in jest and offensively and sometimes it does not get taken anything as it totally passes by the person it was aimed at. On the odd occasion though my sarcastic cloak or protection, the one I wear to not look vulnerable and breakable, causes people to try and push me further than I can actually deal with. I may look like someone who does not give a toss and who is able to cope with all thrown at her, but you know what, I am not. I am soft and squishy and I get scared and freeze and then something odd happens. It all goes slow. Part of me wants to be violent and bash your face in and crush your nose until it is flat against your face and they other part of me just wants to calm everything down so as not to create a scene. So if I ever ask for something to be done please do it. I do not lead life to make mine and all around me lead a difficult one, hell I crave the easy life. If my request means that you and yours will be kept safe and un harmed then please just do it. Do not get angry and rude and start pushing me around as yes I have no doubt you will get grabbed by someone else as hitting someone who has not been threatening is not wise, neither is being a man and hitting a woman in an office that deals with laborers. You are asking for trouble. Yelling at my rescuer 'you are not in South Africa now' is not only rude, racist and childish but its also hurtful and spiteful. Everyday I see more and more evidence of 'Napoleon Syndrome' and it was no more apparent today in the short black man who attacked me. Next time I will leave his wife in the un safe area with their 5 series BMW and pray to Heacte' that it get damaged. Hopefully that way I will keep my skin where it should be and will not be waiting for bruises to appear to show why my arm hurts and I also will not need a hero who gets history thrown in his face. People.

Brain Vomit

Well my weekend rocked! I may be 27 and slightly wobby around the middle and yes I do like getting as much sleep as I can and no sweating is not one of my favorite things and neither is being ankle deep in mud. If however you stick me in a drum n base tent and its involves global gathering, mud nor sweat will stop me from totally zoming out and only coming too as someone off their face decides to windmill their arms! I love Global. I may not be able to listen to drum n base at home or in my own car but on the way to Global and for the hours on end while there its all I want to listen to and dance to! There is no age limit or dress code and even though you have the pissed, the intoxicated, the high and the totally oblivious, I have never seen a fight. I mean there are 50,000 people in a muddy field with horrid loos and expensive food and drink, more police than you can wave a stick at when you walk through the main gate (did not see any actually in the event? Go figure) and everyone was just so damn nice! There to have a good time and nothing else. Which leads me to my next comment. If all of the above can happen in a small damp place then why the hell are there so many totally rude people on a day to day basis? I don;t get paid enough to be spoken to the way I am by some people and 75% of the time I do not ask for it and the 25% when I do then I expect it. But please tell me this... do people wake up with an attitude? Are they born with it? Is it drummed into them from a young age? Do they give night classes I don't know about? Do people see a short girl and automatically thing that rudeness is going to get them what they want whereas it actually causes me to grow spines and become beyond annoyed and far more likely to not be helpful? Its like ex's of various catagories, 95% are still great to chat to and have a beer and a laugh even after all these years, but then there is the 5% who make you ask 'what the hell was I thinking? Was I thinking? Please tell me no thought was involved as DAMN!' They bitch and moan about things that are no longer important or even mattered to begin with and this is even more annoying when they ar no longer in the country. GET A GRIP! I have come to the conclusion I must have bad karma following me from several previous lives cos seriously am I that bad that I date dickheads, mummies boys or childish nincompoops? Then there are the guys I do like and they all have body odour. I know they are hard working laborers but get some bloody deodorant or wash or some damn thing cos its making my eyes water and my brain bleed! So these days I stay in watch the box and hug the cats. All i need now is a blanket for my knees and a flannel nightdress!