“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 “

( now I think, careless)

and when I thought in terms of what I wanted,

(well now I know for sure what I do not want),

and certain things were absolutely laughable- the words I am doodling around today is ‘long distance relationship’.

(I think what you mean is ‘relationship’, period)

How did this happen? (… who cares?)

…*kiss me through the phone, I’ll see you later on*…

(so long as it’s not *regret it later on*)

Still sorting out the different ‘personalities’