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Wednesday, 12 March 2014


My blogging comes in spurts so yes, second one today. Bear with me:)

Today I read a post, well a declaration really, of this girl's love for someone. Usually I roll my eyes, call it exhibitionist and move on. But today I was struck by how brave that is. Firstly to trust someone with that information and secondly, to trust them so much with your emotions that you can say that publicly, where people can see it and judge it and wave it around if he ever hurts you.

That is brave. They don't teach us that enough; That being vulnerable is brave. In a time when people casually break each other's hearts it is brave to be honest and tender and kind.

But we have dated before. Loved. Gotten our hearts broken. Its hard to be tender when someone is saying they love you but all you can see is how long it took you to heal the last time you believed those same words.

I have been in love. The kind that burns too bright. Its a giddy thing. But I never said it, the actual words. I should have. Because, damn it, I did. Every time we lay in bed watching stupid series or playing thumb wars or piggy back rides, I knew. But we're too scared right?

I'm not saying be naive. I'm not saying believe every silly line a cute guy says to you. I'm just saying we should at least try to give ourselves a chance. If you're going to do it, do the damn thing. Or don't. I don't know. lol.

What I do know, is if you can, that is brave.

Friends are few

I haven't blogged in a while, because life, and mostly because blogging requires a kind of openness and fearlessness that I haven't had lately. That said, thank you for good people and the peace they bring.

So today we are talking about friends.

By that I mean the people who carry you when no one has even noticed that you've fallen. I have found as I grow older that good friends are hard to come by. Drinking friends? Lets paint our nails and drink wine friends? Those come very easy but those are never the people you can call when even your skin feels heavy.

I'm not a very, sit around a fire and pour my heart out kind of person, it is hard for me to be vulnerable and scared so it takes that much more effort to be a good friend to me. I know that. But I have been lucky enough to find the kind of friends who take the time to know me, to read me and to be there without my asking. The kind who will not push, but will sit there talking about everything but the issue just so I know I am not alone. The kind who listen when I am finally ready. Thank you.

My advice today, seeing as I know nothing everything about nothing, is love the crap out of the people who love you. Be kind. Be consistent. Be there. Most importantly, be incredibly grateful for the people who take the time to be in your life. It isn't always easy.

Boipelo, my nigga, this post is for you, because you are a better friend than you realise. I love you.