Ten worst things

July 18, 2007 at 9:14 am (private personal space)

I’ve been tagged by Mrs M to write about the ten worst things (or at least the ones my subconscious hasn’t completely blocked out), so here goes:  

1.       The first time I failed my driver’s licence. I was so confident I’d get it that I just burst into tears on the spot when he told me to get out of the car. 

2.       When someone I trusted lied to me. I forgave her and she stabbed me in the back again. Nice huh? I really knew how to choose gems back then. 

3.       The day my parents found out I smoked. I nearly died when I saw the disappointed look in my dad’s eyes. The death thing could also just be because they nearly killed me…

4.       The day a teenage romance turned sour when the prick involved said I couldn’t kiss properly – in the presence of many of our peers plus two girls (they were drainrotte) I really hated. I wanted to smash his face in but just walked off really fast. 

5.       When I watched The Constant Gardener. I bawled and bawled.  And every time – ever since being old enough to realise what’s going on there – I think about Iraq, Darfur, Zimbabwe, Cambodia, etc. It breaks my heart every time I think about it too much. 

6.       Losing money was something I did often but the day I had to pay the electricity bill (it was long ago, ok) and lost about R400 was bad. R400 was a lot then. My mom never trusted me with the purple ones again. 

7.       The day an ex accused me of being the reason he was addicted to drugs. It’s not as if I put the thing in his hand and forced him to smoke it but the thought I’d somehow had something to do with his addiction (I didn’t) haunted me for a long time. 

8.       Every time I did something stupid and fell over: out of a caravan (that wasn’t moving); over tent ropes (it was dark all right); walking into a pole (was looking at something else); the time I…(I think I’ll stop here thank you very much). 

9.       The day a ten-year-old me wrote my six-year-old sister a letter telling her I hated her and wanted her to disappear. My mom found the note and gave me a good talking to (more like screaming/skelling to) and told me what a bad sister I was. I didn’t geddit at the time but her voice sounded scary so I cried enough for her to believe I felt bad. 

10.   Slipping in wet bird shit at school WHILE WEARING A SKIRT. Then being unable to get up because I’d injured my leg. Then having to get a Voltaren shot to the ass. Then having to go back to school unable to sit properly. For six months I wobbled in those uncomfortable public school desks. And I obviously had to endure the laughter which, frankly, wasn’t as bad as the pain in the butt.



  1. kash99 said,

    Shame my friend..u were actually quite lomp ne!! BUt that guy and the drug thing..i hope u dont have contact with him anymore.. And school..how i would love it if we had a reunion of some sort..see how much of those drain rotte -who were always so jas at school – have amounted to NOTHING bitches!!!

  2. tbhanks said,

    Ha, ha, ha. I would love it too. We should go together with Rifqa. You know people would just die of jealousy (how modest am I huh?).
    I would have a camera ready just to see their faces…

  3. kash99 said,

    I’m just so modest sometimes..dont feel bad…It would be sooooo great..

  4. madamm said,

    Mrs M wants a school reunion too!
    And how about losing that R400 hey, DAMN! I would be so mad!

  5. tbhanks said,

    Mrs M, my mother FREAKED!!!
    Kash, we can invited MrsM and make them even more kak jealous!

  6. kash99 said,

    I’m sure that can be arranged..absolutely!!!! Oh, gosh i get a smile on my face just thinking about it

  7. Toby Hanks said,

    I’ll even wear some lippy if I must. Girl, is van spa nommers en painted nails en what what. Ek sal soema my hare oek doen meisie!

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