Economics in my head

So today I went to Kemptom Park, apparently the white-trash area of Joburg
(if you live in Kempton Park, I didn't say this, someone told me so...)
Well, it would have been nice if someone had TOLD me this before I went TO Kempton. In a dress that's a little bit on the short-side. Hey, it was the first thing I saw but anyway
What a grocery trip right there.
I couldn't adjust my dress or kneel down without five eyes on me.
It was scary, I'm not gonna lie.
One partculair oke was following me asking me questions like "Are you from around here?" No "Where are you from?" Cape Town "How long have you been here?" I don't know "What do you do?" I'm in school thank you very much "Oh, cool, which one?" You're forty, bye.
But even once I got to checkout he was waiting for me.
"Hey! I'm almost done!"
Groceries go flying.

Never AGAIN.

I even grabbed my four HEAVY ASS packets and vamoosed cos I was scared the parking attendants would offer help.

As we drove back to Sandton I realized what scarcity was!
Put it this way:
Scarcity- example: there are less women in Joburg than men, therefore there is a high demand for woman but a low resource of them.
This is an economic problem, alright.

I so understand now.

Damage Control

So came back from CPT yesterday morning
It was...surreal? I don't know. Like it was awesome but something was wrong.
I felt like I went back in the past.
The problem is, how can I go back? It's what I want, or what I think I want, but at the same time I couldn't wait to come back to Joburg.
These feelings are so confusing.
I didn't get to do much in one day but besides seeing my best guy friend and bumping into my gypsy ( (: ) I didn't see my hobo/s.
Which I would be bummed about. But I'm not.
Cos she didn't make any effort whatsoever.
So you know, it's clear for me now where we stand.
Where we've always stood, I'm the friend who makes the effort, who's always there, and all that other mushy shit. But what has she done? And what does she do to deserve any of it?
It's pretty scary but at least it's in perspective.
I'm still nowhere near discovering what the hell I DO want but I figure that I just go with the flow because things, they always work themselves out.
Be that JHB or CPT.

3+ coffees and not counting

Okay let me start by saying that Joburg has like 5 potholes every 21 km.
Crazy, yes? This has resulted in yet another bubble in my tyre!
3rd one this month.
And so, I didn't go to school today
Dammit, I was on such a roll!
Last week I went the WHOLE week and I went this Monday.
That is something.

But now I'm on my third coffee.
And I'm bored.
Bunking's not all it used to be.
Though I'm really not bunking.

Wow, has anyone ever heard of sleep paralysis? It's a beee-ach.
I fell asleep only to realize I was still awake (technically speaking).
The dreams that give way to my sleep paralysis are a whole new level of wierd on their own...

Oh yeah.
I found a blue wig.
And I've deducted that red is so two minutes ago.
I wanna go BLUE

Book

I just finished writing the first draft of my supposed book. Why, you ask?

Well, because I can. Why else?

So far, it's 129 pages... Dayem.

I wonder who I should force to read it :P

Let you know when or if I send it to someone...

You actually piss the crap outta me

This picture. Is so. Calming...

BUT NOT CALMING ENOUGH

I hate it when people stick their shit in other people's lives.

No, I hate it more when the people involved get OTHER people involved.

When it wasn't even their shit to deal with in the first place.

I'm FINE. I ALWAYS WAS BEFORE YOU CAME ALONG & ASKED ME.

Thank you very much.

But it's cool.

I won't let your shit bother me.

*meditative humming*

Calming thoughts,Zoya.

Okay.

At least tomorrow's Friday.

Just hate it when people create a problem where there wasn't one to begin with.

Can't we all just get along?

GOD DAMN.