Well it's almost exactly two years since I wrote the first Fuck My Life. I try to write a follow up to that piece. You know while I'm secretly hoping that my writing improves until Fuck My Life becomes like a 'really respected' collections of essays just like how Jay-Z's Blueprint became a hip hop event or for the less older folks how Tha Carter just kept getting better and better with each installment(at least until Tha Carter IV) or for those even younger how Drake came through with his Thanking saga. These are the real thoughts that rattle in my, frankly filled with junk, mind. As an example did you know that in Moscow stray dogs take the metro and subway to go zula in the city. What the actual fuck why do I know that, comon.
And perhaps more alarmingly, at least to me, why isn't anyone investigating these stray dogs. For real dawg, all you see is videos of the dogs taking the subway. That's it, and maybe some voiceovers about how this is becoming a norm in the city. You know a normal day watching stray dogs getting on and off at their correct stops, minding their own business. Where are the papers dictating the strays daily life. Are they planning something, is it just the canines involved, because coyotes are now also doing that in the states, where in the states oh a little place called the Windy City, no not Windhoek you dummy I said states, Chicago. Or is there a bigger conspiracy? Are the cats involved, somehow I'd believe that and why won't "Mainstream Media" cover the dogs and coyotes on the trains? Huh? do you know? If so tell me...
Wait feel like I am ranting, what was I writing about. Oh right yeah FUCK MY LIFE. My long awaited sophomore effort. But long awaited by whom? You might ask since you kama know it is not you. By me dummy, long awaited by me. I must say almost two years down the line and my inconsistency still hampers my growth but at the same time I don't metaphorically go, that priest guy in Da Vinci's code who whips himself, on myself. Instead I try to ask myself why is it that you feel you can't or don't want to do this? Here is where I lay out the multiple question in my head; Is it because
A) You are scared that you might not live up to your own. expectations
or is it
B) You really think all of these things are just jokes that are still being told.
Whatever answer I pick I generally end up having a shit day filled with existentialism and shit day so shit I think I'd have to refer to it as Kak henceforth. So to cope with my coping method I started writing about how I feel. Sometimes I would write for a few hours and just end up deleting everything I wrote. Ya, jy will mos skryf...
Anyway that technic worked. Do I still feel like that guy who was so overwhelmed with his self that he had to vent with an FML post, lol? Yeah, sure sometimes but whenever I do feel like that, that to me feels like he is imposter. For a minute I thought that being sad and shit was normal because everyone has Kak. Big or small we have all kaK. Neh? But the thing that I came to realise and still coming to realise is that, happiness is not the absence of Kak (big or small) but it is the ability to enjoy yourself, even if the kaK is too much. Like when it's smell is burning your nose and making your eyes water and everyone that sees you keep saying 'Jong, jy lyk dareem KAK.' With well meaning intentions I guess, who can tell what's going on in a human's mind.
I am mastering the art of being able to savour your meal in a landfill, so to speak. I am not saying you have to eat your meal in that landfill of yours but if the meal is yours you got to be able to enjoy it despite the kAk big or small.
2022 already is already in the process of shedding a month of off its life span. I am not falling for that again just because time is "running out" that doesn't mean I have to chase it. I am not in the habit of writing about my habits... but if I am going to have it I'm going to need to start fucking like rabbits... what noo not what I meant to type (So hard to fain a mistake if you have to re-read the thing) What I meant was '...but if I am going to have it I am going to need to start to chant it! Fuck My Life! But only I can say it.
Anyway this is just my long winded and sneaky way of wishing you a Happy New Year, I guess. And to tease you with a bit of a nice up beat read about how you can do it man! This is your life to fuck up, cheers enjoy!
P.S I have a few movie reviews coming... and maybe even more JustBarry we might all just be lucky in that regard.
P.P.S I have this account on wattpad, yes that one, That is now the place where I will be putting my stories namely, Loki's Revenge my super awesome space Opera about people pretending to be gods while trying to steal minerals from a rocky world and Element 5 totally not an Avatar ripoff a story about a boy and a girl on seperate adventures searching for the center, HAHZAH that was just the right amount of innuendo to "Encourage" you to check out mi Wattpad JustBarry Mawonga (@BarryNastiMawonga) - Wattpad.
P.P.P.S You now how at a party when you said goodbye to someone on the inside only for you run into them outside, then, while seeing them waling to you, you have the epiphany that you don't actually like each other. And now you're debating if you should say goodbye again, but you re-engaging now might just cause you guys to keep talking and honestly you don't want to pretend. So naturally you pretend that your phone rings but you forget that these days phones can ring on silent so you make the vibration sound with your mouth. Now you fake talking with a fake someone while the other person politely waits for you to finish your call so they can properly say goodbye once more, but you forget what kind of fake conversation you were having so you start saying some random Ye lyrics 'You know chasing after pussy is a sin but if it falls in you lap it's blessing' and 'Wise man say, wise man say. you'll never figure out real love...' you take a peak at that awkward motherfucker and they still waiting for you to finish your call but they won't go... Do you now that feeling? No? Oh just me? You now what, that's why you are going to hell because you lying, lying to yourself. Thanks for reading. Till next time,
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