Somewhere inbetween lazing around on Saturday morning, and catching up on rap beef (#choosing no sides because Em is king, but MGK is cool in my book). It occured to me that for people living in South/North Florida, they could care less about Eminem’s lyricism or whatever topic currently holds our collective attention on social media.
“You kinda need to have someone, you know. Not necessarily be in a relationship, but yeah.. We’ll soon be in final year.. You need to have someone.”
That was said to me by a classmate/friend the other day in class. The topic of marriage/relationships had come up somehow (I forget how), and I had commented of my lack of a significant other and the fact I was in no hurry to get said person.
He seems to disbelieve me…. Aren’t you in your 20’s already and with medicine, you know how it is….
We’ve all seen the scene before. It’s the end of the movie, the bride and groom are standing before the priest, ready to exchange their vows, and then he asks the question —
“If anyone here has any reason why these two shouldn’t be joined together as man and wife, speak now or forever hold your peace…”
For a few seconds, the church is quiet. The bride and groom look round at the people gathered to celebrate and wonder whether someone’s going to fuck things up…
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She’s about a year old, giggling and happy and surrounded by toys. Her father lies beside her on the rug .He’s been carrying a camera around for a while now, she’s expected to start walking soon. Suddenly, it happens. She gets up on her feet and stumbles forward a few steps. Her father is ecstatic, he’s started filming and shouts for her mom. She’s sitting on the floor in seconds , but to her dad, it was everything.
Years have passed, she’s grown now, in the 6th grade. Her father is filming her finishing breakfast, off to another day of school. She smiles at him, resignedly . He tends to make big productions of small moments in her life, but she doesn’t mind. She know it’s because he loves her and she loves him too.Read More »
My roommate was standing at the bus stop with her friend. They were going somewhere, I don’t remember where, and the bus was taking a bit of time. Finally, the bus arrived . They move towards the back door and the “youngish” lady that had been waiting there earlier veers off quickly to the other. My roommate recalls that the bus had been crowded, but they still had a clear view of “youngish lady”, who took time to turn around and give the occasionally finger to both of them. Read More »
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