Hell No, we wont Ho!

Time - 8.09
Date - 25/3/2011
Location - This place, KZN, South Africa

My head is full, and I feel a headache coming on. A few people are pissing me off. I have work on my desk and that's annoying. Lets get on that train shall we - Working for Nothing!

The state of the nation is a tizz about our president and his 6 wives, 21 children and lavish lifestyle. Lets not forget the family of Tenderpreneurs - sons, brothers, cousins (twice removed) and uncle Solly on the corner- whom have all failed to deliver what they promise.  The lucrative contracts are signed and I can picture them licking their lips whilst imagining driving their new Mercedes SLC.

I hate it. I hate that our taxes, petrol, food and toilet-paper have all increased and our Government seems to be spitting in our faces. There is a new tolling system in Johannesburg, soon to become National. I hate it that good- hardworking people are working their asses off, not to be rich or even comfortable, but just to survive. 

Organizations are exploiting their employees, leading to a demotivated and demoralised workforce. Commission cuts, increase refusals and a lack of consideration over reduced medical aid payments. A few companies are adding to the brew of disappointment and depression. (Dramatic, I know... But its true) 

This unfair reality can be allied to a few relationships, where one cultivates and gives their best to make the most out of the situation but the outcome is not always satisfactory. It is almost enough to push one into a reclusive state, pack up the car and move to a small mountain town (the town where Angelina went in that movie with Uma Thurman's ex). What do you do when you are in love or love someone that constantly neglects your feelings and considers your opinion, thoughts and ideas as less important to their own. Your life is substandard? What then?

I have always adored the full on confrontational approach, but it gets exhausting and may feel as though you are hitting a brick wall, you then turn in to the real life version of the Eminem and Rihanna song. Towards the end of the argument, one gets tired and simply gives up. That is when the real danger begins, when you simply don't give  enough of a shit to fight and you do whatever it takes to survive. Maybe, the best thing to do is remove yourself for the situation and call it quits before experiencing the Mood Indigo.

Easier said than done, I know. Because I am not striking at the office or driving off at the petrol stations or petitioning outside Jacob Zuma's 6th wife's house in Pretoria to buy my baby some bread. No, my ass is blogging and working and trying.

And hey:

Let me tell you something my Government, Boyfriend, Manager, Colleague and Friend. Screw you, because as that little boy picture says, "I know im special, cause God dont make no junk"

Love and kisses everyone

have an awesome day

Jarred