The tile is the Afrikaans term for when you get drunk and you get all soppy and emotional. That was me last night. Went to this party, didn’t know anyone, compensated by drinking first beer, and when that did nothing, a lethal mixer (vodka, bacardi & southern comfort, what can I say, it’s all they had). Luckily it was towards the end of the evening otherwise I might just have fallen over… but I was taken home and slept it off in the car.
So anyway, got home and then wrote to my could-soon-be-ex-wife and told her what a low life I had been all these years and admited to all my mistakes and realised that I made them and that I really don’t deserve another chance. On in the male frame of reference, I think this is usually to try and conjure up a feeling of pitty and then consequently being awarded another chance… but I think she was just sitting there nodding going, yes, you’re right, you dont deserve another chance, I’m glad we agree and got that over with.
Talk about shooting yourself in the foot.
But hey, I guess I beter get used to the concept. You know, you screw up the good things and life and then you have the rest of your life to ponder your mistakes. Ag, my mistakes are many and varied so if ever you need advice, don’t hesitate to ask. Maybe my mistakes can save you from some pain and hurt in your life or the ones you love.
And now for some body cleansing, de-toxing, anti-oxidant rich rooibos tea. Good stuff.