Muddled Thoughts

Back in Joburg trying to wrap my head around the prospect of working again. Work? What’s work? The mountains are calling me back, but I must resist the urge…. Right, anyway. I hate chain letters. There. I said it. I hate them! I hate them! I hate them! I, in no way believe that if I forward your shitty email I will find my ‘true love’ (I’m living with my boyfriend, remember?), I do not believe that a great miracle will occur – and depending on how many people I send this rubbish email to, the greater my miracle will be and I definitely don’t believe that all my financial worries will be over if I click ‘send.’ That brings me to ask, “Do people actually believe this bullshit?” Seriously? Or do you just have too much fucking time on your hands that you just had to send me this chain letter email. You can do some of my work if you are bored – please, that way we can stop the chain letters and we get more work done quicker. A win all round.

Moving right along…. Since I’ve been back it’s been pretty eventful. Last night for instance I went to movies with a friend of mine, who happens to be pregnant. (Yes, that makes a total of three female friends.) Pregnancy, at this stage, stupefies me. I am so grateful that she will never be one of those moms whom create a blog for their kid who doesn’t actually care about the natures of such a blog. Again, Why do parents do that? I mean do you really think three year old Tommy is going to look back one day and say ‘Gee, thanks mom, now I can see what I did everyday when I was three!” Anyway, I’m grateful that she’ll never be one of those moms.

Getting side tracked, anyway, this friend and I went to movies looking for a comedy. Naturally, we chose the new ‘Jim Carrey’ Movie looking for some humourous and comedic action. In saying that, when I walked into the cinema, it was displaying a full-on gay sex scene. NOT A COMEDY! The movie in total was very good, but I definitely think that it would have gone A LOT better if I knew what to expect going in. Since when does Jim Carrey do serious movie roles? And there you have it! When the guy you rely on to be the ‘funny actor’ becomes unreliable, the whole world just goes to shit. Nah. Not really, but seriously? When did he decide to take on serious roles?

After the movie I had a long chat with my friend who’s preggers (yes, I said that word. Don’t hate me.) I sat through a long explanation about what pre-natal classes are – basically they are classes that teach you how to ‘breathe.’

Yes, you read that correctly, it teaches you how to breathe. Don’t we breathe already? I don’t know too much about this stuff and maybe I’ll feel differently when I get knocked up, but do you really think those classes are going to assist a woman when she is giving birth to a baby water melon? Do you think that whilst she’s pushing her child out, swearing at her husband for knocking her up, she’s really going to stop and think, “Hmmm… my doctor said I had to breathe a certain way?” When my friend posed this question to her Doctor, he could only agree with her. I don’t know what that says about these classes.