Something happened immediately after my last post yesterday... without any prompting from me, the very first post I made on my birthday came on-screen.
My antennae immediately went up, because it was all about putting my eggs in one basket. Now, no one who has had even the slightest run-ins with God will have any doubt as to what THAT may mean..;- He disapproved. Pure and simple.
So, I reacted by raising MY hackles, and I went on and on, angrily, about how, if by ten million dollars to build an automibile HE meant I was to build a REAL car, for people I do not even like [eh, that covers just about every living person]...especially as I had just tried to delete my blog "Project Automobile" tungamiraimashoraautomobile.blogspot.com, and could not find the thingy-button-square-rectangle-bob that had 'delete blog' on it...well, then, with all due respect He could just take my head NOW instead of later and let me just die. Hell would be more preferable than me bending over to DO something that meant I had to let go my neutrality.
After venting off a lot of steam on my way back to Simonstown, I came to my senses and started with the obvious: God is never wrong, and two, He never said I was to stop being me so that I would bend and touch the ground and start to actually DO stuff... that is, take matters into my hands and physically 'fix' things!
So, I calmed down. And spent the whole night wondering just what He might have meant about 10, then.
The answer, as always, was staring me full in the face, because, for a person who is never impressed by anybody, nor given to give room to any person to find his or her way into my heart... the ONLY way that any person could actually have gotten a spot with me is by being downright sneaky, persistent and at the same time vulnerable yet submissive. And all this while I was still going on with my tirade about how ALL women are the same... as Michelle [God, how I hate that woman!]...with every step I took.
That would have been after January 9, when she sent me a reply that went on and on about how she had been sent by The Holy Spirit to stop me in my tracks [God, how I hate The Holy Spirit as well!] and how I should paradoxically, NOT blame her for putting my life on hold... yadda yadda. Did I say that I hate the bitch? Well, I do.
So, then, this cheeky 'tanned' girl rides in the train with me, and does her thing, and later, after I was mutely telling her she was wasting her time, she shows me her underwear. Proved her point, too! Who, wanting a tan, wears full, decent, underwear? I liked her 'spunk', and realised she is NOT like Michelle, then!
2)Then this other girl comes within meters of the place I stay, and shows me her breasts, and then her ass... smiling in my direction while she does so, and when I look in her face, and see that, for all the raven black hair, straight as an American "Indian"'s she has a remarkable pink face, with eyelashes that are delicate, no makeup, no long hooked nose, and well, she is stunning, really!
3) Then there is this other Saturday, when this other woman shows me not only a tight ass [alas, no face, but I suppose God is on the ball, so they will probably start falling from their hiding places now that the storm is not blowing over them] but a waistline that is IMPOSSIBLE... hey, I was there and I do not believe it, though I saw it, and there was not even a belt to tie them high cut jeans [olive or beige]... and of course, after wondering why they want me to see their body parts, I am hooked anyway, and concede that they have made their points...these women are definitely NOT Michelle.
Of course, the others are all known:
1) The "birthday" girl... I am thinking she is a mother and waiting for her to show it when the obvious explanation cames much much later, when she has made her exit!
2)the soft spoken library girl, who suddenly, after the phone call, decides to leave, though it seemed apparent she had come to wait for the library to open, maybe use the internet service...hey am I that TRANSPARENT?
3)The Michelle-look-alike who did not bother to do much to her hair, and who was at the lodge to be a bridesmaid... and she wore no belt, kinda like me not being able to tie my shoe laces although how I never trip is baffling to some!
4)-6) I talked about these women yesterday!
7)Michelle's friend... I mean, lets face it, the woman stunned me by her silver blonde hair. I will still end her brother's life though if he does not immediately leave the same breatning space as me, so, because I would not want to do that to HER, let him heed my soft-spoken words and make like a banana and split for Zimbabwe, since I am GOING to be moving around as soon as I have shaken everyone up and may pop up in RSA again... but NOT my home country. There NEVER!.
My antennae immediately went up, because it was all about putting my eggs in one basket. Now, no one who has had even the slightest run-ins with God will have any doubt as to what THAT may mean..;- He disapproved. Pure and simple.
So, I reacted by raising MY hackles, and I went on and on, angrily, about how, if by ten million dollars to build an automibile HE meant I was to build a REAL car, for people I do not even like [eh, that covers just about every living person]...especially as I had just tried to delete my blog "Project Automobile" tungamiraimashoraautomobile.blogspot.com, and could not find the thingy-button-square-rectangle-bob that had 'delete blog' on it...well, then, with all due respect He could just take my head NOW instead of later and let me just die. Hell would be more preferable than me bending over to DO something that meant I had to let go my neutrality.
After venting off a lot of steam on my way back to Simonstown, I came to my senses and started with the obvious: God is never wrong, and two, He never said I was to stop being me so that I would bend and touch the ground and start to actually DO stuff... that is, take matters into my hands and physically 'fix' things!
So, I calmed down. And spent the whole night wondering just what He might have meant about 10, then.
The answer, as always, was staring me full in the face, because, for a person who is never impressed by anybody, nor given to give room to any person to find his or her way into my heart... the ONLY way that any person could actually have gotten a spot with me is by being downright sneaky, persistent and at the same time vulnerable yet submissive. And all this while I was still going on with my tirade about how ALL women are the same... as Michelle [God, how I hate that woman!]...with every step I took.
That would have been after January 9, when she sent me a reply that went on and on about how she had been sent by The Holy Spirit to stop me in my tracks [God, how I hate The Holy Spirit as well!] and how I should paradoxically, NOT blame her for putting my life on hold... yadda yadda. Did I say that I hate the bitch? Well, I do.
So, then, this cheeky 'tanned' girl rides in the train with me, and does her thing, and later, after I was mutely telling her she was wasting her time, she shows me her underwear. Proved her point, too! Who, wanting a tan, wears full, decent, underwear? I liked her 'spunk', and realised she is NOT like Michelle, then!
2)Then this other girl comes within meters of the place I stay, and shows me her breasts, and then her ass... smiling in my direction while she does so, and when I look in her face, and see that, for all the raven black hair, straight as an American "Indian"'s she has a remarkable pink face, with eyelashes that are delicate, no makeup, no long hooked nose, and well, she is stunning, really!
3) Then there is this other Saturday, when this other woman shows me not only a tight ass [alas, no face, but I suppose God is on the ball, so they will probably start falling from their hiding places now that the storm is not blowing over them] but a waistline that is IMPOSSIBLE... hey, I was there and I do not believe it, though I saw it, and there was not even a belt to tie them high cut jeans [olive or beige]... and of course, after wondering why they want me to see their body parts, I am hooked anyway, and concede that they have made their points...these women are definitely NOT Michelle.
Of course, the others are all known:
1) The "birthday" girl... I am thinking she is a mother and waiting for her to show it when the obvious explanation cames much much later, when she has made her exit!
2)the soft spoken library girl, who suddenly, after the phone call, decides to leave, though it seemed apparent she had come to wait for the library to open, maybe use the internet service...hey am I that TRANSPARENT?
3)The Michelle-look-alike who did not bother to do much to her hair, and who was at the lodge to be a bridesmaid... and she wore no belt, kinda like me not being able to tie my shoe laces although how I never trip is baffling to some!
4)-6) I talked about these women yesterday!
7)Michelle's friend... I mean, lets face it, the woman stunned me by her silver blonde hair. I will still end her brother's life though if he does not immediately leave the same breatning space as me, so, because I would not want to do that to HER, let him heed my soft-spoken words and make like a banana and split for Zimbabwe, since I am GOING to be moving around as soon as I have shaken everyone up and may pop up in RSA again... but NOT my home country. There NEVER!.
