Those Days

There are days when you wake up and it feels like the world is under your feet - nothing can stop you; not even a hurricane. Then there are days when you feel like you are the hurricane and you can destroy anything that comes along your path.

There are days when you love everything and everyone, when everything is rosy - every baby is cute and you only seem to meet hot guys. Then there are days when even the sun doesn't seem to shine bright enough and the night is not dark enough and everything just sucks.

There are days when you meet that guy in the office and he seems like everything you ever wanted in a guy even though he is so married with kids and another baby on the way. You look at him and all you can think about are all the scandalous things you would do with him if a miracle power blackout just happens to occur. On such days even a brush of his clothing on your skin could get you pregnant with twins. Conversations with him seem so enlightening and you don't even notice his seriously messed up accent - or how fluoride from Nakuru tap water discolored his teeth.

Then comes the days when you look at him and wonder what you ever saw in the guy to begin with!! His teeth suddenly repulse you and his breath makes you want to throw up.  His teeth are suddenly too brown and he walks like a zebra… or maybe a fat chicken…I can't decide which. On that day his accent is such a turn off and everything he says is sounds completely shallow. A look at him starts giving you ideas of what kind of makeover would be cheapest to award him because even the simplest would cost a fortune.  On such days, murder is not too far from your thoughts.. Or maybe it's manslaughter… Because it's not premeditated, it's just a moment of emotion where you feel you need to rid the world of such unsightly wardrobe choices.

There are good days and bad days ….happy days and sad days…days full of love and days when all you feel is rage…

But my most favorite are the days when you don't feel so hot but it seems every guy in the congregation seems to think you are the hottest thing after the invention of coffee. You have almost 10 random people asking for your number -regardless of who they are - FYI some of them could be security guards or the local butcher. Who cares? They are people and they make you feel valid once in a while.

I digress…we were talking about the married guy you want to have scandalous office  affair with. He is not hot because he is not the sun; he is not spicy because no one has ever really tasted his flesh. You need to stop…ok maybe not immediately . Enjoy a kiss or two on behalf of all the ladies he ignored in the office..then dump his ass and tell everyone how lousy and 'small' he is.

I digress further….it is just one of those days. Those days when all you want to do is be random…and all you produce is randomness.