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Posted on March 28, 2017 March 28, 2017 by Ches
Ek het hierdie geskryf op 28 Maart 2015, die jaar na ek klaar gemaak het met skool.
Hoe vinnig verby is al daai dae
Van koffie, Playstation en Afrikaans.
Ek mis die eksamens – ek mis die koffie
Ek mis die “IT” – ek mis die “geleer”.
Geen meer WipeOut, LBP of Runescape
Nous dit net Tuks,
Baie werk en Inscape.
Geen meer Portal, Uncharted of Ezio
Nous dit net toetse,
My vriend – ek mis jou!
Wat het geword van ons na-toetse kuier?
Ons af-en-toe se skaak,
Ons poker en gaming?
Waar is ons Nesquik?
Die “Blou Tas”,
En die meisies?
Ai, my vriende…
“Koffie”: Vriend 1 het gereeld oorgekom vir koffie. Die Afrikaanse klas was ‘n pyn en tog altyd so lekker (Hy sou net iets sê van Oscar Pistorius se hofsaak, dan sou die hele klas en die onderwyseres oor dit gesels en sodoende sou ons nie werk nie).
“Ek mis die IT”: Vriend 4 sou gereeld voor ‘n eksamen toets oorkom om te leer… dan eindig ons op besig om Civilization 5 te speel.
“Geen meer wipeout”: Ek en Vriend 1 het hierdie drie games sat gespeel. Nou sit ek by Tuks en in daai jaar het hy by Inscape studeer.
“Geen meer Portal”: Ek en Vriend 2 het hierdie drie games weer sat gespeel.
“Ons af-en-toe se skaak”: Vriend 1 het gereeld oorgekom vir skaak en ligte poker.
“Waar is ons Nesquik?”: Vriend 3 het baie gehou van sy Nesquik. Net hy het geweet van die “blou tas”, wat ‘n codename was vir ‘n meisie wat ek my oë op gehad het (syt ‘n blou tas gedra).
Posted on December 28, 2016 by Ches
“Ek mis jou”
Ja right. Hou op jok. Of te wel, hou op om jou eie leuens te glo. Jy dink jy mis my, maar jy doen nie. Ek het dit van te vore gesien en ek gaan nie weer vir dit val nie; iemand wat my mis omdat sy terugdink aan ons tye saam net om te besef sodra ons mekaar sien dat sy my nie gemis het nie.
Daai memories is vol romanse, misterie en diepte – maar sodra jy in persoon kom met my wonder jy hoekom jy so gedink het. Soos ek sê, ek het dit al gesien.
En jy spesifiek: jou boyfriend het jou onlangs gelos en of jy dit besef of nie, jy dink nie helder nie. Jys ‘n intelligente meisie, maar jys ook ‘n emosionele meisie. Ek weet hoe dit is om te dink dat jy helder dink terwyl jy nie so dink nie. Jys eintlik in denial en op soek na ‘n anker. Dan die volgende dag besef jy hoe emosioneel jy was en hoe jy oorreageer het. Dat jy my nie eintlik gemis het nie. Maar dans dit te laat. Dan het jy klaar als opgemors.
Ja, maar as een keer die afgelope twee jaar was daar tye wat ek meer aan jou gedink het as wat gesond was. Albei kere was dit kort nadat hy jou gelos het. Want dan skielik is daar niks in my pad nie. En die pyn wat hy jou veroorsaak maak dat ek net soveel meer vir jou omgee. Maar eks nie van plan om weer my hart bo my kop te sit nie. Dit draai nooit goed uit as ek dit doen nie. Nee. Ek het my afstand gehou want ek weet jou situasie is tydelik. Dat beide jy en ek emosioneel is. Dat die Liefde geduldig is. So hoekom jaag?
Two Minor Incidents
That desire to be different. That desire to be something more. The desire to escape your current predicament. To be someone else. Someone New.
For a while now I’ve seen this in my best friend. Everyone knows him by “The Best Friend” [real name removed from this old post for anonymity]. Just The Best Friend. We’ve been calling him that for years.
I remember a few years ago he told me that in his previous school everyone called him “The Other Name”. Apparently the only reason people started calling him “The Best Friend” is because his new school messed up his name and put his second name first.
But over the years, as I’ve watched him change into a different man I’ve seen a disturbing trend. For the past year he has been more depressed and more volatile. More caught up in his circumstances. Caught up in himself.
The first time I’ve seen this was on DeviantArt. On his profile he said “The Other Name or The Best Friend”. Notice that.
Nobody calls him The Other Name. Not even his mother or brothers. Yet he puts “The Other Name” first. That’s interesting. He wants to be The Other Name. He doesn’t want to be The Best Friend.
But I noticed it again on Facebook. He recently made a new account and once again: “The Best Friend [insert surname] (The Other Name)”.
For a while I thought about logging into his account and changing it. He would never know. But he trusts me, and I him.
This got me thinking about how some people subconsciously desire change. Not everyone, but a lot. They are tired of their life and they want to change over. Fresh. A new beginning.
Not that their lives are particularly hard, but just because they are fed up with it.
This is especially true online. Take a look at your friends and how they react and what they say. Then take a look at them online. On WhatsApp or Facebook. Totally different. They are a lot more frank. A lot more willing to speak their minds. But in person; quiet and reserved.
Because online they can be whomever they wan’t to be. No people to influence them. No one expecting them to act in a certain way.
This sounds good. But it’s awful. How they are online is not how they are, but how they want to be. How they are in person are who they are, but not how they want to be.
They are trapped in their emotions. Trapped in themselves.
To a certain extant this angers me, because they are unwilling to talk about it. “Nobody understands…”. That pathetic cliche.
But then I realise that they don’t even understand themselves. They don’t realise that they yearn to be someone else.
Like my friend. My best friend. Awesome as he is with all his great ideas and unique theories.
Posted on November 1, 2016 November 1, 2016 by Ches
People can’t get past their perceptions