A Little Bit About Life Planning

Life Lessons

A Little Bit About Life Planning

25 Comments 02 February 2010

When we were 10 years old, we used to play all those games.  You know the ones.  One, for example, was where you’d draw four blocks.  In one block would be the names of 4 girls – Prospective wives.  The other blocks would be filled with cars, cities and house-types.  Other games included preferred ages you’d be married at, number of children and career choices.  Of course, we were all married to the girl of our dreams, two children in arms, in a house on the beach in California, with 17 different sports cars in the driveway, the company that runs itself, all by the time we were 23.

When I was 17, I had a plan.  I knew what I was going to study.  Where, how and why.  I was going to finish my A Levels at school, head off to UCT to study electrical engineering and take life on.  But life is constantly throwing curve balls.  Not all the balls are big enough to be able to see and avoid.  I didn’t get the physics mark I needed to be admitted into the engineering faculty, yet the science faculty would take me to, and get this, study physics.  More strange small curve balls were thrown and I had to leave UCT at the end of 2005.  It hit me as a bit of a shock, and I spent most of 2006 doing nothing but getting back onto my feet.

2007 started with a new gusto.  I started afresh at UNISA, and I landed a small job in a startup company that a friend had founded.  This year, I moved from Project Manager to Operations Manager in the same company, where I now manage a small team.  It’s strange how things happen.  I love it, and I think I’m fairly good at what I do.  I started my own blog nearly a year ago.  I write/wrote (I will write more) for nerdmag.  I recently started blogging and tweeting for Standard Bank Cricket.  And I’ve just realised I can add all of these items to my CV.  This is as far from engineering and the science faculty as you can go, and it really surprises me.  A lot.

Thinking about it all today, I’ve become conscience to the fact that I no longer have a plan.  People have their aspirations to work as hard as they can in order to be able to move to a new place.  Or that they’re know where they’re going, or where they want to be going, in their company.  I don’t know any of that.  I see me not having my degree has a huge hinderance, and it will be.  I can’t apply for a job without one, and will be very lucky to get this type of opportunity again.  Talking to a friend about her new job, and she tells me how she thinks it’s prefect for me.  It is.  It makes me think about how I might not get that second chance…

Last night i was doing maths equations with another good friend, and I missed it.  I missed the Applied Maths I was doing through Unisa before work took over.  I miss using my brain in that way.  I often feel that it’s not being used enough.  I regret one thing in this whole situation, and that is not having my BSc by now, but I do not regret where I am.  It just means I don’t have that one real speciality, and that bothers me a little bit too.  I think I might have a bit more experience than some some of my friends, even if I’m earning less, but I am happy.  I love that I’ve had this chance now.

I think this is all part of why I’ve been so restless in my mind of late.  I’ve started my new position, and there is just so much happening, that there has been very little time to take it all in and reflect and settle.  I know some of you are living that dreamed up lifestyle, and good for you.  If it makes you happy, then what more should you need.  But as we grow and mature, our dreams are still there, they just change to be what we want and need them to be.  So, where do I see myself in 10 years? I have no frickin’ idea.  I don’t know if it’s bad that I don’t have a plan, but I will keep doing what I enjoy doing and see where it takes me…

A Little Something About Hiking Hungover

A Little Bit Of Something, Life Lessons

A Little Something About Hiking Hungover

7 Comments 18 January 2010

After a hike up Lions Head on last Friday, a friend in the group decided that a Table Mountain outing would be in order.  There were just too many locals in the group that had never done it.  It was agreed that Skeleton Gorge would be the best idea.  It’s not too difficult and would only really take the morning to do.  And we had Wednesday as a public holiday.  Perfect.  But there are several tips that you’ll need to know if you’re thinking about doing something similar.  Please read the following list very carefully.  These tips will be invaluable to your survival.

  1. Weather – You want good weather.  Plan ahead.  View as many weather sites as you can.  See if Simon Gear is available.  Wind and temperature are all crucial when climbing a mountain.
  2. The night before – If you plan on beginning at 8am, you need to get a good nights sleep .
  3. Do not trust the weather man.  He will always lie to you – If you follow step 1, you must be prepared for this being completely wrong.  Cape Town’s weather mood can be compared to a woman in menopause.  This will cause you to think that you will not be hiking the next day.  And the next day being a public holiday can only mean you’ll now go out with the intention of not climbing a mountain.
  4. The night before ii – If you’re going to go out, do not drink.
  5. Prepare for the morning – Discuss, in your drunken state, with your drunken friends, at 4am, that the weather is going to be shit.  Agree that climbing is not a good idea.
  6. Calm down – You need to remain calm when someone that wasn’t out with you wants to know if you’re still on for the mountain.  Do not shout and swear.  Just go back to sleep.
  7. Calm down ii – Remain calm when your housemates knock on your door, urging you to get ready.  Try not use words sailors are afraid of.  They are your friends.  They are your friends.  They are your friends.
  8. Prepare – You must now prepare for the day ahead in 10 minutes.  Still drunk.  This is risky, but must be done.  You need to ensure you have everything.  Pack your bag with things you may need.  Items such as sunscreen are important.  Others like a golf glove are not.
  9. Brush you teeth – Please.
  10. Sunscreen suit-up – The earlier the better. Make sure to cover all bare areas.  This includes ears and hands.
  11. Groups are safe – Leave in a group to ensure your safely on the way there.  However, be sure you have selected a good group of friends to go up with.  You don’t want overly asthmatic people, or people that suffer going up stairs.  I’m serious.  You’re going to be climbing a mountain.
  12. Stock – Make sure you have supplies for the trek.  Stopping at the nearest petrol station is a good idea.  You can probably buy everything you need here.
    • Water – Do not be shy without the amount of water you take.  You will thank me later.
    • Food – Pies are a good option.  Make sure your bag will house them properly.  (Try eat a little bit now)
    • Energy – Take a couple of chocolates and maybe an energy drink for sugars.
  13. Punctuality – Leave as soon as you’re ready.  You’re now nearly an hour late.
  14. Start Happy – And with excitement.  This is good to keep you motivated on your journey.  Keep your group entertained with jokes and humour.
  15. Be Selective – Do not take person who is asthmatic. And left her asthma pump at home.
  16. Avoid Trees – Now, this is very important.  There are a lot hidden trees across your path that jump out when you get close to them.  They are one of the many walls that are put up to demotivate you.  You must stay strong.  Keep your eyes open, and your head low.  Try not to show pain when you’re too slow to react.  When your friends laugh, laugh with them.  Then your tears will appear to be of joy and not excruciating pain.
  17. Keep Going – Now, this is the time when you will feel your worst.  Your thighs will begin to burn, and your stomach will start to talk as if possessed.  Your throbbing head will now pulse in your ears.  Your body will tell you that eating a pie is a good idea.  You need to fight these feelings.  Your brain needs to switch on and take over.
  18. Be clever – this is where you reaslie the important of step 15.  You decide to leave her with the group of people that she found (with a pump), not thinking of the drama that will soon ensure.
  19. Keep Hydrated – Last night’s “couple of drinks” now means any liquid you have in your body is only bile.  Keep drinking water, or you will face a horrible death.
  20. Keep Going ii – This is the point you realise how much of a mistake the pie was.  You now taste the bile.  If you were alone, you will feel very comfortable in lying down, fetal-style, and weeping, while you pray for death.  These are the symptoms to avoid.  You’ll consider excuses of leaving the group in order to heave.  But you must fight it for your pride and dignity.  (Even though everyone may already be drunk off your fumes)
  21. Listen – A runner, yes a runner, will pass you and inform you of this magical place.  He’ll tell you of a beach on the mountain.  You’ll laugh with him, but soon realise he isn’t joking.  You will be sceptical, but need to remember step 14.
  22. Relax – When you reach the water, you’ll think it’s a dream.  It’s not.  Touch it.  Dreamy water is not that cold.  Now chill.  The rest of the way is downhill, and that’s easy.
  23. Eat – When you get home, you’ll need to replenish your low energy levels.  Eating the pies you haven’t eaten yet is a good idea.  But this is also the time you realise that you should have packed better.  “Pancake pies” still taste the same, by the way.

So, I hope this helps with future mountain endeavours.  Feel free to leave your own tips below.

A Little Something About My Personal Space

Life Lessons, Relationships

A Little Something About My Personal Space

8 Comments 17 November 2009

My ex has been in town since the first of the month, and I have not had any intention of seeing her. I hardly spoke to her in the weeks leading up to it, and it didn’t change while she was here.  But it made me uncomfortable to know that she was here now. I avoided certain areas, but not to change my living of life.  She is set to leave tomorrow, and I told her if she wanted to meet up or chat.  So today I got a call.

It’s a little bit weird for me that it still has a “catch-your-breath” effect on me.  The relationship ended ages ago.  Sure, there were things in the middle to act as speed bumps, but still.  Yet it does, and when I saw her name on my phone, I did stop breathing.  I answered, and it began…

She was angry.  Very angry.  She had found my blog (after talking to a mutual friend about blogs).  Her curiosity must have gotten the better of her, and she just had to look.  Of course, one of the featured posts is about cheating.  Her cheating.  And so she read.  She read of all the things she had done, and the feelings it caused me.  She read the comments written by followers of how she “is a leech” and how “she’s poisoning your life”.  I’m not saying that these statements were wrong, but they were never meant for her eyes.  They were for me.

There was always the chance that she would come across the site, and I’ve never tried to hide anything.  I’ve never lied.  I was open and honest in my forum.  I never directly mentioned her, nor have I slandered or said anything mean.  If you don’t really know me, then you have NO idea who I’m talking about, and if you’re close enough to know, then you already know.  People who don’t blog could never understand what it’s like to have a whole separate world to talk to and to have them listen too, no matter who they are.  I hope I don’t know half the readers.  That’s what it’s about for me.  That’s what I want.  Those same people that “don’t get Twitter” could not understand it.  But that’s okay too.  You don’t need to.  This is my world and my life.

In retrospect, she didn’t explain why she was so upset, or in fact, explain anything, so I can’t really explain it myself, but I suppose she has some value to her argument, and that is fine.  But this was not the way I wanted things.  I kept having to remind myself about what she had done in order to be angry again and not want to see her.  I still miss her.  Not everything that came with it, but her.  I miss the person.

In her angered frame of mind she told me to delete every contact I have of her.  I won’t.  That would be silly.  But she no longer wants to talk to me.  And I have to respect that.  She called again a bit later, calmer and we had a small chat.  She thanked me for everything that we had.  It really was amazing.  I tried to tell her the same.  But she still wants nothing to do with me again.  Ever.  Perhaps this is the way it was supposed to be? I don’t know.  I do know that I’m feeling sad just knowing it’s no longer a friendship, and that person isn’t quite there.  I can’t really explain it further than that.  I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.

I don’t know if she will ever read this again, I don’t think it matters, but I don’t think it’ll change how or what I write.  She hinted that I delete the post.  I could never.  I have deleted one post, for the fear of causing a rift with my best childhood friend.  This is my source of expression and my chance to be as open as I want to be without the risk of any judgement.   This is my blog.  I’ve put a lot of work into it, and I have every right to put here whatever I feel.  It just so happens that my blog is personal, but it’s just that.  It’s personal.  About me. My life.  I am truly sorry it upset her so much, and sorry that it has now caused what it has, but I’m not sorry I wrote it.  It was for me.  And for now, that’s what it’s all about.

A Little Something About Cheating

Life Lessons, Relationships

A Little Something About Cheating

32 Comments 12 August 2009

This post doesn’t require any explained pictures, or fancy formatting.  It doesn’t need your judgement.  In fact, you may not be able to understand the reason behind my actions, but I know, and that is all I need.

I hope that you have never been cheated on.  I also hope that you have never cheated on anyone.  Let’s face it though, even good people cheat.  When I was 19, I cheated on my then long-term girlfriend.  It was a young-love long-distance relationship and I was drunk, young and after tail.  The issues that ensued were ridiculous, and ultimately were a big part of our relationship ending, be it 6 months later.  But the moral of the story, for me anyway, was that I needed to at that stage, to protect all future girlfriends.  I never cheated on my ex.  Granted, our first year together was a stupid let’s-see-who-can-hurt-the-other-more scenario, but it was never cheating.

I feel very sorry for those guys that always cheat on their girl, and I don’t really understand it.  If you are in a relationship where you’d rather be with someone else, then end it.  If you don’t have the balls to end it, then suck it up and be miserable, but don’t keep cheating on your partner because the opportunity presents itself and you’re too immature to be an adult about it.  It makes me angry when people of a sufficient age cheat.  And it’s made even worse by those same idiots that constantly do it, whether it’s with the same person, who’s also too weak to run, or if it’s with a different girl each time.  Learn from your mistakes.  People do change.  They grow.  They mature.  They become who they should be.

I don’t want to, so I won’t, but I’m not going to explain my reasons to what happened today.  To why I put myself in that position in the first place.  Each relationship is different and should be treated as such, and I treated mine, and my break up, the way i thought it should be.  I took my time, and never forced anything, and this has worked really well for me.  I have been happy.  I didn’t care how long it took.  So, I might expect you to judge me for still staying in contact, but we all have our reasons, and when mine becomes clear, maybe I’ll share them with you.  But yes, we still talk every now and then, and that’s okay with me.

We were also talking Monday night when she was upset about something, but assured me things were fine.  I know her well.  Things were not fine.  On Tuesday, she was online again and she eventually asked if she thought it was okay that we spoke about their relationship.  She still wanted that from me.  She promised me that she wouldn’t lean on me when things were bad, but things were obviously really bad.  I told her that I didn’t think it was okay, but that we should still talk. This was a huge mistake.  Thankfully she argued with me for a while about telling me.  I told her it would be okay, even though it would never have been.  She didn’t and that was that.

Then came today.  Wednesday.  She asked me if I had told anyone about us being together at the beginning of the year.  About our moment of weakness and vulnerability.  Don’t roll your eyes, it happens all the time.  It’s part of the whole cycle, and I also saw it as closure.  Or whatever.  Anyway, I hadn’t mentioned it and she asked that I didn’t.  Fine.  “Because he can’t find out.  Even though we weren’t ‘offical’, he would view it as cheating”.  Hmmmm.  Interesting.  Details aside, but at that instant, he found out about it. She said she had to go away for something and I didn’t hear from her in a while.  She had left me hanging in the middle of our conversation.  I had no clue what was happening.  I was a little confused and just needed answers now.  But eventually she called.  Very upset.  She and him had ended it.  I was in my happy place lately, and not even having to deal with this was going to change that.  So I spoke to her.  I reasoned and did my best to tell her she was okay.  She really wasn’t, though.  We spoke about us for a little bit.  There were a lot of silences.  And then, in a quiet whisper, she told me that she had cheated on me.

There are few things worse than cheating on a long term partner.  Lying is pretty high up there.  I never asked her, while we were going out, if she had ever cheated on me, because I trusted her.  When we broke up, all insecurities forced me to ask her, and she told me no.  That was the same answer she gave me every time asked, and I asked a few times.  ”No”.  It must have been burning inside.  For the last four or five months of our relationship, she lied to me.  It was while she was in England.  With someone I trusted as far as I could throw.  I’ve said it before, and will probably say it a few times again, but trust your instincts.  That little feeling inside.  It knows things.

She was not in a good place today, but I suppose I shouldn’t be caring.  But I do.  Not for anything that I’m holding onto, because that phase has gone, but for the person.  For her.  I think when things have calmed down a little bit, I might release some of the anger that must be building inside.  I have been calm and collected.  I have been distracted. But alone time is a broken soul’s enemy.  Leave your brain to think, and it will.  It’ll think about them together.   About her coming back and being with you, telling you she loves you.  And maybe even about how your breakup makes a little more sense to you.

She always valued lying as the worst thing you could ever do.  I wonder if she knows what she’s done.  I know she’s upset, but I wish she would just know.  I’m not angry yet, and only sometimes am I upset.  I’m sure once this light goes off, and my head touches the pillow, I’ll be a different person.  But right now, I’m still just okay.  I know, though, that it won’t last, and with that, I’m still okay.

Now, it’s going to get a little soppy, so if you’re sensitive to that type of behavior, you may want to look away.

Don’t cheat on your partner.  No matter how far into a relationship you are.  But people make mistakes, we’re only human.  Just don’t you dare fucking lie about it.  Be honest and open with the person you supposedly love, because it’s not just you in it, there is another fragile person too.

Dating Game, Life Lessons

A Little Bit About Forcing Issues

11 Comments 20 July 2009

It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged about anything, but that hasn’t been without trying.  I have 3 or 4 other posts sitting here that have been started, but they’re such crap, I doubt they will be finished.  Even this post has been started three times, and more-so, the title has been changed twice to match the content.  It hasn’t really been writer’s block, as such, but more just not being able to.  Basically, I’m pretty useless.  So, here I am, forcing it out, making it happen, no matter what, not (too) worried that the end product might be crappy.  Just doing it.

These last few weeks have had me happy.  Like really, proper happy.  It’s weird because a friend that I had met on Twitter saw me last night and said I was quite a miserable person.  I didn’t really like that, but it was good to get the external perspective.  (I guess).  But, in reality, it didn’t really bother me.

I’ve started feeling single.  Like properly I can go out and do anything and not care about anyone else single. It’s nearly a year on, and I have finally moved into a place I am happy about.  I have my cupboard doors completely  covered with photos, and I spent a while removing the ones I thought were okay to be there.  I was told they weren’t, so off they went.  But yes, don’t get me wrong, I am loving it, only to bitch and moan about how difficult it is being single.  I have even started actually being single.  I know that’s weird, but it’s not really.  I’ve gone out and surprisingly even spoken to complete strangers.  Got numbers, met new people, gone on the first date in years, and have been given the wrong number by someone. (I can’t imagine why, I mean really?!)  It’s all pretty much complete.  All that’s left to do is actually be single with them.  All is not lost, I still have hope.

One thing I was told by the ex when we broke up was that I should use this time to go out and learn about myself.  Blah.  I’ve been living with myself my entire life, anything I don’t already know will come out when it’s good and ready.  I have, however, discovered that I’m a little obsessive and become quite easily infatuated.  This has always been the case with me, but I’ve only recently been reminded about how silly I am about it.

I have been so obsessed to find someone new, that I haven’t really been enjoying myself.  Okay, so that’s not entirely true.  Actually, that’s not true at all.   I have been having a great time, which as ultimately made me more relaxed about things.  And, looking at the infatuation definitition, I’m being infatuated fairly often, with even the smallest things.

My infatuated obsession has jumped around to no less than 3 girls over the past month, each making me think that my longing for company will be fulfilled, but not having it has only helped me realise that I don’t really need it just yet.  Sure, it’ll be good, but I think I like this single feeling.  This weekend was again spent with friends and fun, and right now, in this moment, that’s all I really need.  But if she happens to fall into my lap in doing so, I won’t be complaining.

All this being said, it is really the frame of mind that dictates just how good we feel – In that moment.  I mean, throw a teaser at me, and I’ll probably be hooked again, but this time, I plan to be in control, and if not, I’ll damn well be enjoying myself in the process… And G-d help you all when that happens.

obsession |əbˈse sh ən|

noun

the state of being obsessed with someone or something : she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession.

an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person’s mind : he was in the grip of an obsession he was powerless to resist.

infatuate |inˈfa ch oōˌāt|

verb ( be infatuated with)

be inspired with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for : she is infatuated with a handsome police chief.

mail skype rss tumblr My TwitterLastfmflickr

Photos on flickr

© 2009 A Little Bit Of Something. Powered by Wordpress.

Daily Edition Theme destroyed by BlindCripple, developed by WooThemes - Premium Wordpress Themes