Went to the Jolly Roger last night with two of my girl friends.
There were a few things I came to the conclusion about:
1)I am completely opposite to what I was three years ago. I am cold, heartless and strong. The three mix well. Before, little things would upset me. Now, I just feel nothing. I almost miss the carefree me of three years ago. But that girl wouldn't survive today.
2)I hate men at the moment. Every single last one of them. Take offence, take it as you wish, but they've only been detrimental to my health thus far. Their faces just annoy me, nevermind their charming, shallow demeanour. Sorry guys, but it's just how I feel right now.
3)We ate our pizzas so fast – because we were so frigging hungry – it was like we inhaled them. One second my Basil Mania was there, the next I'd smashed it in my pie-hole.
We also discussed the following:
a) foreskins versus no foreskins
b) mates that claim their mates ex boyfriends. Unwritten law. It should never, ever happen.
c)PMS. And why one eats 8 000kgs of chocolate to get through it.
Get me out this city. I do not love it anymore. I used to love Johannesburg. Suffice, I love it way more than I ever loved Cape Town. But I used to explore this place, by driving through Hillbrow regularly, write stories on the place and go to dodgy ghettos to take pictures.
I fell in love with Joburg to the point where I went everywhere, did everything.
I had no problem going up Ponte Building to take pictures, or roam around Yeoville with a camera around my neck. I was obsessed with Joburg's inner city. I wrote endless freelance articles on the architecture. And now?
I don't care for it anymore. What's happened?
This is when I miss the me of three years ago.
When did I turn into such a cold, lifeless, unpassionate bitch?
I suppose when this city became too small for me.