“Met the guy when rehearsing for a musical sometime”
“You’re also an actor?” Jumping arse-first like he usually does, out of nowhere
“Actress…” correcting him
“Yes, like plays?” … eyes questioning why?
*Sigh*” It helps me unwind… “
“My goodness how many things have you done? What exactly do you do?” do I detect a condescending note?
“eh… many…” mentally showing him the finger
A 22 year old boy, and he has come to the end of his road; working at a tedious dtp job at the bottom rung of the ladder… I guess tedium does dull the brain *tsk*
At that age, I was leading a ‘fuck- it’ impulsive, ‘what –will-it-hurt’ adventurous life – I worried less, lived more. I still live more… just more carefully, subjectively, decadently… selflessly bordering and definitely crossing over to selfishly.
The world was a second blank slate, a chance to do all I couldn’t in my teens because of the legality of it,
Did I bite off more than I could chew? Often; but how would I know how far I could reach? Was I exhausted, delightfully so, did I get burned, it didn’t beat the feeling of exhilaration with each hurdle crossed.
Do you regret any of it? If I did it again, I would push myself further, walk nay, run the extra mile, feel through the dark for a while longer, swim into black waters, and leap off more cliffs.
“I still DO many things mate, not half as many as I would like to do? I need this work on my desk COB today… “
Leaving the grumbling arse behind, I grab my handbag, hazily remembering something about treating ‘the help like the help’.
I roll down the window, trying to figure which cocktail dress will get me lucky and have me doing something in many different ways tonight.
As I join the traffic mania on Jinja road, I smile at the guy in the black Terrano – definitely the driver- wave a thank you, and up the volume on “uno dos trez quart…. rhumba “
Me, I’m just besides myself that you are back in the blogsphere.
Go! Get lucky!
So life really does begin after thirty… damn, I have a long while to go