I have been sitting on this post for a few days now. A few weeks more like it. Bada bing, bada boom…I am alive and sincerely apologetic for pulling a disappearing act. Suffering from a mild case of bride brain, exhaustion and pure boredom at work…Here I am.
Growing up, I used to be the most cynical observer of Valentines Day. I would moan about the consumerism, mention the insignificance of it all and yet feel this strange sensation for just not fitting in. Now I’m older and I crave my boyfriend (need to stop calling him that) playing with my hair and giving me forehead kisses. Although I am still quite cynical about the whole concept of the day with the mixture of consumerism, I do crave memories.
This will be my last one apart from The Man and I cannot wait to celebrate in the most disgustingly cheesy way next year. But I couldn’t help wondering what about all the dates we still have to make up for. Our time has always been so limited, that it’s usually dinner at the most together.
So I’ve been putting together a list of things I actually really want to do with Him as soon as I relocate:
- Cooking class
- Moses Mabida Jump Thingy
- Cycling on the Durban Promenade
- Road-trip to nowhere or somewhere
- Sumo-wrestling fight in those suits (don’t ask)
- Hot air balloon ride
- Laser taPaintballll
- Bowling (he has a voucher that I need to use because of the Indian Aunty in me)
I can’t think of any more romantically strange things I’d like to do with the Man as yet. Of course I have a few more months left to let my list grow. And on that note, I hope you had an indulgent day be it single or spoiled by your significant other.
This weekend I had realised the hypocrisy of the Internet. I made a comment, personal view, obviously and subsequently I was mocked for my view. My view? I had not insulted a race, a religion, preferences of sexuality and here I was being mocked for concern. So where’s this hypocrisy fall into? This hypocrisy, I so boldly noted, is that the Internet was all about making the world a smaller place. A space to share ideas, thoughts and yet to remain mindful of the consequences of allowing ourselves to be open. Space where you could agree to disagree.
When I connected the dots between the earthquake in Taiwan and the tremors in SA, I still did not see the humour. Sure, there are no factual links to make the connection but the irony is there. People died in Taiwan, 26 to be precise. Here we are making jokes about golfs, gold teeth and how not lit Durban is. We made jokes because it was just a tremor and no one died. Yet somehow, somewhere someone died. Maybe I’m getting old. Maybe I care too much. Or maybe the issue is with the growing breed of elitists on the Internet. Fumbling around with the perception that they own opinions, think that their say is the only say. I’ve seen the rise of these individuals. You go against them and you may as well commit Internet suicide. I’m talking, deactivation of all social media accounts and no eye contact. You suddenly become the subject of the comedy festival.
I’ve seen the growing numbers of self-righteous elitists who apparently live for no other reason than to come onto social media platforms and to prove that they are essentially better than you and I. That your opinion holds a higher value than mine. I have seen mob-justice on Twitter. Suddenly we’re all on an episode of Gossip Girl, shaming Vanessa for being true to herself. I have seen many, many people chased off Twitter. I have watched from the sidelines, I have partaken in the lunacy of some sort of hierarchy system. I am not innocent. But I’d like to think of myself as wiser than I was at 19.
I never said once, that my view was the only view and yet people could not leave it alone. They kept picking at it as if my opinion was some sort of disgustingly yellowed scab threatening to tear off skin. This superiority complex, demanding that I feel ashamed for having an opinion is ridiculous. Had the Internet been owned by one of these Elite’s I would grudgingly accept that my opinions are worthless. Yet, it isn’t and that’ the thing. No one owns the Internet (well I own this space literally because it’s paid for by myself). I am fully aware of what it feels like to be bullied in real life. Your every move scrutinised. You’re made to feel inferior. Bullying has obviously become so much sophisticated on the net. And, perhaps you were outing a catfish. Maybe you were right. Maybe you were wrong. Do you know if that person is still alive?
Whether you use humour to ignore the seriousness of an issue, is up to you. But don’t condemn me for not seeing it.How I pity you for not accepting my opinion as just that? We’re quick to gather a virtual crowd, taunt the individual who dared to question an opinion and deem them ignorant and not woke for disagreeing with us. I suppose, what I am trying to get to is that it’s 2016. Let’s stop chasing people who disagree with you. Let’s take this superiority complex we all seem to possess and channel it towards making the world more bearable you know. Go after the murderers, rapists, abusers, racists, homophobic bigots, religion forcing hypocrites, sexists…Or you can completely disagree and attack me for this post now. Your choice.
It’s already the end of January? Say what? What. Personally, I feel as if this month has been unnecessarily long. I suppose it could be because I am definitely because I’m counting down till I start my new life with the love of my life.
This post is going in no specific direction, but I thought it would be refreshing to play on some Q&A with myself.
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