sHE'S cOME aGAIN

 Winter is one hardhearted bitch. She loves a dramatic entrance; she’s very unpredictable and always fashionably late. Despite what we feel about her, she’ll pitch every year, become the center of attention and undoubtedly overstay her welcome. The worst part about her being here is that as much as we hate her, we still find ourselves talking nothing else but hours about her. 

It’s only because she makes doing anything and everything so much more of a struggle. Like sending a simple text from your phone. Usually our older generation ‘folk’ rave about the speed in which we work with these pocket-sized machines but during winter, the bones in our fingers become unserviceable in their deliverance. Sending a text becomes such a task.  

It’s hard enough driving in the rain but turn your heater on and she’ll fog up your windows sooner than you can warm up. It’s because of her that most of us refuse to drive anywhere; we’d prefer to stay safe, out of the rain and burrowed in our closed up little houses.

I often cringe for public transport victims. Stuck out like sore thumbs with wet socks and blue noses, traveling is the cause of their depression and inevitably leaves them smelling like wet dog. In winter I feel most thankful for my car. It’s not only the wet willy’s that dampen the city mood; it’s the rest of us too. Winter insists on everyone becoming rather unsexy. She won’t allow for anyone steeling her limelight. Our hair dry’s up, our skin breaks out and we always become a bit more cushioned. A good quality coat and a thick scarf is the most that we can show off.

Apart from her being uncouth, obtrusive, and a six-month ling chill, she does deliver immaculate sceneries; it shouldn’t go unnoticed. So when you can keep warm in front of the fire, with your cuddle buddy on one side and your dirty damp pets on the other, look outside and appreciate the fall of rain. After all, when you do manage to meet up with your girlfriend for a hot cup of tea and a bitch about the cold, she’s just outside the window, waiting to give you a frosty squeeze.

tRUTHFUL eNTERTAINMENT

 

I enjoy reacting to Advertisements, Facebook updates or pictures that are built on actual human truths. Usually, before we even laugh out loud, the first thing we say is “that’s so true”, and we enjoy the ground on which we’ve been able to relate.

Every Facebook user, Pinterest admirer or Twitter follower should by now have seen or become familiar with ‘your e cards”. They’re responsible for those little moments throughout the day, while your panning down your news feed, that you chuckle quietly to yourself and quickly press ‘Share’.

I most appreciate the cards that make fun of every day struggles. Relationship problems, work related glitches, family situations and most every day challenges we all unavoidably face. They’re areas in our lives that we emotionally take seriously but jokingly take the piss out of when we have the opportunity to, hence the effect of the ‘your e cards’.

It helps to have a good laugh at the truth doesn’t it? If you’re currently dealing with a rather messy breakup, there’s no denying the fact that you’re crying yourself to sleep at night so why not make a joke out of it? Sometimes it takes laughing at the truth to come to terms with it. A self-therapy of some sort.

A ponder on the mind has had me lost in thought these past few days. I’d really like to put these e cards to great use. Sure, they’re entertaining, easy to pass on via social networking but there must be another way that I could make use of them. Suppose I could use them as invites to my birthday party? The dry humour would have to tie in with the theme but could very well work if taken in the right perspective. Or, I could make coasters out of them. What a fun way of surprising your dinner guests. It could very well be the conversation starter to any awkward silent moment. Come to think of it, there are so many things that you can do with them, (DIY stuff), I should make it my goal during the holidays. Spend time making something exciting out of e cards. I’ll jot that onto my calendar.

Never the less, the joy I get out of reading those things is priceless. It’s that little giggle I need to myself everyday whilst my mind races over the other thousands of things I still need to do with my week.

It’s the next time you log onto Facebook, you just laughed. Click ‘share’, let us all enjoy it too.