You know how those self-help books tell you to be an independent, powerful woman and 'seize back your life' or some arbitrary bullshit like that?
Well I read this the other day: Go out at least twice a week without your partner. And if you don't go out, pretend that you are out already.
What the fuck? That's hilarious. What kind of mental psychopathism are they actually suggesting? Pretend you're out? I can just imagine the conversation:
Guy: Hey, so what you up to?
Girl: I'm at this awesome party, man. Wow it really...rocks.
Guy: Is it a party for one, because it sounds pretty quiet there.
Girl: That's because I'm...in the toilet. I can't hear through the noise.
Guy: Who're you there with?
Girl: Oh heaps of people...like Gloria and Dennis and Trevor and Gary.
Guy: Oh that's weird, I just saw Gary at touch rugby.
He came here afterwards.
Guy: Is that Lionel Richie playing in the background?
Guy: You're at a party? Then why do I see you sitting slumped spread-eagle in your doondies, stuffing a barrel of Pringles in your pie-hole and watching the Jerry Springer Show?
Girl: No I'm not.
Guy: I'm standing at your front door.
What a load of shit. Just go out. Seriously.
PS: Flying out of the Eastern Cape this morning and back to the Big Smoke. Big thanks to the organisers got me down to Grahamstown for the DCI and Highway Africa, it really was splendid.
PPS: The poor dude I was staying with, last night, passed a kidney stone. One minute we were sitting on the deck, quaffing wine and talking shit - the next: he was doubled over in pain, shaking and vomiting. Hectic. The doctor made a house call and pumped him full of morphine (or the likes). You don't want one of those kidney stone thingies. From the looks of things.