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Saturday, May 06, 2006
He pushed his keys to me over the table, half expecting me to take them and treat it with some familiarity; chuck them in my bag maybe. I just stared at the 8ball keychain hanging off its polished key ring, ' What?'. My eyes wandered to his lip ring as his lips pressed tightly over it before parting into a smile,' Just help me hold it, I've got too much junk in my pockets'. What could he possibly have. I pushed the keys off the table into my hands and felt their coolness on my skin.
I hate it when this happens.
If on his list of things to do is to make me fall in like with him,he ought to revise it.And his hairstyle while he's at it. "I look forward to pissing you off in 4 hours", I could imagine him grinning as he said that, or maybe doing something random like looking at a pigeon crapping. Whatever I say next is under the category of 'brutal honesty'. The 'brutal' belongs to him and the 'honesty' will refer to my newly acquired skill of 'honesty to thyself'. In less biblical terms, exercising honest self- evaluation. Being honest to oneself does not involve delusion or deprecation but simply, what it means , honesty. I know what I want,I know what I need, I never do things I don't want to do and even if I do them it will be because I secretly wanted to do them in the first place.
How could I like him anyway. He's was scouted to model for topman.
I guess my reluctance for this to happen is because ultimately, in a nutshell, love sucks. Even between friends. You love someone with all your heart only to see them slipping down the slippery slope into self-annihalation with bad boys,bad attitudes and rotten self-esteem. Then you cast your life-line out to them hoping they'll hold on only to be disappointed when they let go and skid over the cliff,plunging into the mouth of self destruction which in many cases, comes equipped with penis and/or reeking of alchohol. Alright, I'm a fine one to talk, but maybe that's because I am more aware of my love for my friends than I am of myself. I most probably love them more than they love me. Theory therefore; love bites back, and hard. I wonder if it is possible to love someone so much that your heart bursts a little and you find yourself tasting a little blood in your mouth.
Speaking of blood in one's mouth, whilst suntanning the other day, I was busy sucking water out my bottle when Chris decided to take a jab at the bottle, resulting in a cut lip. My teeth had a thin film of red over them and my upperlip started to swell. It hurt like a mother but I reckoned I looked pretty cool, in a 'Rocky' kind of way.
I hate it when this happens.
If on his list of things to do is to make me fall in like with him,he ought to revise it.And his hairstyle while he's at it. "I look forward to pissing you off in 4 hours", I could imagine him grinning as he said that, or maybe doing something random like looking at a pigeon crapping. Whatever I say next is under the category of 'brutal honesty'. The 'brutal' belongs to him and the 'honesty' will refer to my newly acquired skill of 'honesty to thyself'. In less biblical terms, exercising honest self- evaluation. Being honest to oneself does not involve delusion or deprecation but simply, what it means , honesty. I know what I want,I know what I need, I never do things I don't want to do and even if I do them it will be because I secretly wanted to do them in the first place.
How could I like him anyway. He's was scouted to model for topman.
I guess my reluctance for this to happen is because ultimately, in a nutshell, love sucks. Even between friends. You love someone with all your heart only to see them slipping down the slippery slope into self-annihalation with bad boys,bad attitudes and rotten self-esteem. Then you cast your life-line out to them hoping they'll hold on only to be disappointed when they let go and skid over the cliff,plunging into the mouth of self destruction which in many cases, comes equipped with penis and/or reeking of alchohol. Alright, I'm a fine one to talk, but maybe that's because I am more aware of my love for my friends than I am of myself. I most probably love them more than they love me. Theory therefore; love bites back, and hard. I wonder if it is possible to love someone so much that your heart bursts a little and you find yourself tasting a little blood in your mouth.
Speaking of blood in one's mouth, whilst suntanning the other day, I was busy sucking water out my bottle when Chris decided to take a jab at the bottle, resulting in a cut lip. My teeth had a thin film of red over them and my upperlip started to swell. It hurt like a mother but I reckoned I looked pretty cool, in a 'Rocky' kind of way.
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