Day 14 - Bunny Hugger

I think I might be losing my marbles. Someone I know recently suggested that writing a blog is an alternative form of therapy or counseling. For some, it is easier to express their thoughts and feelings in writing, others are a bit more vocal and love to tell the world or anyone who will listen about whatever problem they have. Which is better? I guess all of us are different. Or uniquely similar.

My very limited experience of blogging has been a bit of an eye opener for me. I find myself thinking about it all the time. And I don’t have a list of things that I’m going to write about in advance. Maybe I should? To me it would be a bit contrived though. It just seems to happen, I will see something or hear something or wake up in the middle of the night with a thought in my head. A conversation with someone will spark a thought process and off I go. This all sounds a bit self riotous I know and I’m sure that when Day 237 rolls around I may well have a different viewpoint.  And my two fingered typing method, which is now working overtime, will hopefully have improved to maybe three or four fingers!

I know I need to finish the ‘This is Me’ bit but it seems too easy because I already the story and I’m not sure how interested people are in me. I was asked last night about whether or not I’m ever going to name people, people who have either pissed me off (there’s a few of those) or done good to me (and there’s a few of those too). I don’t know is the cop out answer, being in hospitality in ‘texas, I have seen a few things. And I could tell a story or two about a few people. But you know what they say about throwing stones in glass houses…..so...not a no definitely but when the time is right…maybe.

So is blogging a form of therapy? I suppose no more than facebook. Have you seen some of the shit that people put on fb? I find it strange that people are happy to share their prejudice or love in a public forum but then get offended when people comment on their lives. Um, hello…am I the only normal one out there? I also, however, wonder about normal people who don’t have a facebook account. It’s a bit like a cell phone I suppose, you need it, people would think you’re odd or eccentric if you didn’t have one, you can’t do without but if you’re anything like me you don’t want it. A random thought: are there still pay phones out there that you can put money / coins into? I don’t think I’ve seen one forever.

I can’t afford to go to a shrink or therapist. And I’m pretty sure I would be uncomfortable off loading to a complete stranger. [ As a side note, my wife often questions my sanity but I swear she’s from a different planet so she doesn’t count. My loin fruit are definitely not from this planet either. My parents and siblings too. I think its just me, the only normal one here. Oh yes and you too, so I can tell you everything. Every day. For 365 days. But you gotta promise not to tell anyone. OK?]

A shrink would probably certify me, this would be after I try and convince them to partner me in a business venture, it would be after I have advised them on how to manage their business better. I would convince them of their need to join BNI – more about BNI later, I would explain the power of networking, I would invite them round for a braai / BBQ, I would invoice them for my advice offered. And then they would certify me. And when I got to the funny farm. I would strategize on the best way to grow pork chops. And work out what the food cost would be too.

Just like Africa, hospitality in ‘texas is not for sissies. I drives you mad. People can’t just sell steak and chips with mushroom sauce. That would be too friggin’ easy. No; the steak must be perfectly aged for fourteen days and grilled to your liking, lightly basted in our home made secret, passed down from grand ma, sauce. Vegetables are a medley of country fresh pickings from our garden, glazed in pure Italian olive oil. Every second thing we do is approved by the heart foundation and our menu is sponsored by coke – the liquid not the powder. Chips are home cut, every time I see this I see in my mind a little old lady peeling potatoes and chipping them with a blunt paring knife,  our welcome is warm and loving and our waiters are non judgemental ( I seriously saw this “our waiters are non judgemental” on a promo leaflet for Easter Sunday Lunch at the Edward Hotel. I kid you not.) Can we not just sell steak and chips with mushroom sauce? How difficult can it be? Are people that stupid that they are actually attracted to a restaurant by all this rubbish. Has anyone ever asked the Spur corporation how they got their credentials of being the ‘Official Restaurant of the South African Family’. They’re not mine that’s for sure. As it happens, I do have Spur story to tell but will get to that in due course…

I think I have officially lost my marbles so that’s it for today. My wishes to you for a happy Easter. And if your God doesn’t allow you to celebrate Easter, that’s too bad. Be safe anyway.

Until tomorrow. God speed