I'm not one to complain.
Losing your job is a major life event. But so is not losing your job, when you've had your heart set on being sacked (with a handshake).
Then I lost a dear friend and confidant, my smartphone. Diary gone! Umpteen passwords to change and loopholes to close. Trying not to think of the embarrassing and compromising material now out there in the public domain.
On the way home last night I went shopping to buy myself something nice, as consolation. Then I realised there's nothing I want. Nothing! You'd think that's a sign that life's perfect, wouldn't you?
I say!
ReplyDeleteAbdul said, next time, could you get him some maize flour?
MM III
Abdul needs to learn to be happy with his lot, like me. I'm sure he's already got plenty of grubs to eat.
ReplyDeleteSatiation? I think not! You must have upped the happy pills!
ReplyDeleteMackers. Detachment from earthly desires. You can do it too.
ReplyDeleteIt means you've got too much stuff!!!
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