A JOYFUL NOISE

It’s been a while since I watched and enjoyed some really sappy/cheesy flick, mmh... I said flick, and yes I know it has not been the 90s for a long time. Anyways, I realize that this does nothing for my image as the strong, intelligent level headed woman I know I am, but, once in a while it is okay to drop the cynicism and just pretend that life is sweet and rosy filled with happy endings. So I caught a damn flick and if you have something to say to me, say it I dare you, and the sweet optimist’s image will drop faster than you can say ‘chick flick’.

So there we have it. I watched a joyful noise mostly because Queen Latifa and Dolly Parton seemed to be such a volatile awkward mix when I caught the sneak peak sometime back. I was thinking that I love these two separately kind of like how I love Fish and Chocolate (in separate plates at different time preferably after I brush my teeth.) You get the idea, these two singers, in my book at least, should never mix. Well that was before, it turned out that my stupid book was wrong, they go really well together, now it looks like I have to rewrite my misguided judgmental book or borrow someone else’s.

Back to a joyful noise, it was surprisingly fun, nothing profound or life altering just simple unthinking fun. Some critics will disagree but if you always want to pay attention to realistic, depressing storylines, don’t go to the movies just look at your life, or your neighbours. That should be pretty realistic and depressing and you can ‘acclaim’ that.  

Maybe the movie is fun because it is awesome to just believe in succeeding against insurmountable odds without calculating the probabilities, it may seem blonde or weak but I loved that movie and all the beautiful music. This one scene with a rendition of’ the man in the mirror’ brought a tear to my eye nothing fell through. Maybe part of why I was making a joyful noise myself was my love of Music and there is some impressive talent here but maybe I just loved losing myself in happy endings and the idea of beating incredible odds. I played pretend for a little while and made a joyful noise. You should try it.

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KARMA…………….OR NOT

I am just guessing, but gun to my head, I would have to say that life happens. It isn’t about what you do, how good you are, the evil things you have done or some other profound stuff like that. It just happens, all totally random, kind of senseless and with seemingly no discernible method to the madness (at least none that I see).

As soon we start looking at life this way; as totally random, you will no longer have to keep asking yourself why stuff happens to you. I am guessing (yes, again) I am guessing that my previous belief in karma was vastly flawed or just wishful thinking. How else can we explain why the good stuff happens to some pretty awful human beings and vice versa?

Some would find this mindset scary but it is actually liberating, exhilarating even; kinda like the way I imagine bungee jumping (a complete show of faith that is deemed as madness by some but gives such a rush). I digress though, the point is it is freeing to stop worrying about all the consequences and what ifs. I am just saying, if we all spent a little less time worrying, planning and speculating and a lot more time living there would be a lot fewer cases of depression going around. Even the most careful people end up dead.

Just in case karma is real and these are the rumblings of my sleep deprived mind, I recommend that we keep the evil doing to a minimum. Live your life without excessive caution, doubts or worry. Just live because life will continue to just happen.

KENYAN WILDLIFE

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JUNKIE

I have come to terms with my addiction, Hi my name is ‘Me’ and I am an addict (I bet half of you just responded appropriately……junkies!) I am a sucker for a good story, be it a movie, good book or a TV Series. Find an engaging story and I am in and I don’t discriminate. I will enjoy a good story from anywhere. Unlike most addicts I don’t have a substance of choice; I will indulge in a cartoon, then a really depressing, engaging or confusing story like sucker punch (……I know Jaber3000, I saw it too).

I am usually not indiscriminate (in my tastes) but I can’t stop myself; I read voraciously from a beano, blogs, comics, papers, magazines. I will probably like the story and become an outright addict, with just a little exposure. I like, no I love me a lovely story, period. So, it is no wonder I am always looking out for new ones. My latest substance of choice, that gives me the best ’high’ is TV series. I think it is the long drawn out storyline that gives me a lasting high. I am especially hooked to those with the offbeat humor and a where the plot keeps throwing a curve ball when you least expect it, such a thrill!

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I am not embarrassed to say that I, yes, I said ‘I’ watched the terribly fluff ‘masterpiece’ that is ‘legally blonde’ with great relish. It is a tad embarrassing to admit that I occasionally enjoy a chic flick in spite of the totally shallow plot and outrageous storyline. It is here, that I learnt that I was not the only woman in the world who regarded Cosmopolitan as ‘the bible’ Just Ms. Woods and me. I know. I know it is….blasphemy! But I strongly suggest that you never come between me and my Cosmo. As my addiction goes this is the mother lode.

But I digress, the point is that I am an addict and I will totally lose myself in a good story, so much so, that I will burn the food when I bury my head in a good book. There is always a book in my bag and to my great chagrin not the smart preachy kind that all successful people read to be inspired or to succeed. I just have the good old fashioned fiction kind. I tried the preachy kind and it left a bad taste in my mouth, mostly because I hate being told what to do. They did get one thing right thought, admitting your addiction is such a load off. So, my name is ‘Me’ and I am an addict.

KINDNESS OR WEAKNESS

So, it is kind of a cliché right? We have all heard or read an incidence where kindness has been mistaken for weakness. It is often about someone under estimating your ability to do something about an unpleasant or unfair situation because you have always been (or at the very least seemed) kind. But it is not just something people say. It really does happen.

Think of those loved ones who think that because you have always been there for them, you are somewhat dense or lacking in strength. I mean those that you have often helped, usually overlooking their less than adequate reasons, or more likely excuses, for why the previous repayment agreement did not come to fruition or even why they themselves have failed to do their part.

I have found that most times those who make least fuss often cause the most damage. It is therefore very wise to pay heed to the enemy and never under-estimate the silent, seemingly clueless, enemy or friend. Another cliché that proves my point is that still waters run deep.

The next time you find that you have pushed a person beyond what the average levels of endurance and they have shown little or no adverse reaction. I suggest you run or make amends because they are probably plotting vengeance and not the kind that burns fast and blows over just as soon, but one that will seriously inflict damage.

So seriously, look beyond the calm, smiling exterior the next time you step all over a kind person or even imagine that they are being nice because they are either dense or weak. They probably see and recall a whole lot more than you give them credit for but prefer to wait a just cause to cause a tsunami because tiny inconsequential ripples are not their style.