I could be doing a lot of stuff but I'm too lazy. I'm giving myself permission to just enjoy the day and part of that enjoying the internet. It's been a busy week of marketing, sales and worrying so today I relax after acquiring myself anew contract to manage a client's social media.

On my way to the meeting pitch for the client I saw something so bizarre I'm still shocked. It's actually quite common in Nairobi for sales men and women to board buses and start promoting their products in booming voices. Usually my music saves me but today I'd forgotten my earphones so I had to endure what I find to be a nuisance. This lady was dishing out pills for free! This was part of her promotion! More alarming people were actually taking these pills. It boggled my mind. You left your home and suddenly some stranger just offers you medicine and you're like 'sure why not?' The young lady next to me was just as surprised as I was. I mean you don't know what those pills are and their effect on your body!Next she had a plastic bottle like the ones used for water. It had some clear liquid which she was selling. These were to clean the blood which has 'chemicals'. It was such a load of crap and people were lapping it up like she was some qualified medical practitioner. I even took her photo and number thinking I'd report her but I'm too tired to be bothered.

That aside below are some funny, sarcastic, profound or simply interesting stuff from my lazy wandering in the internet:

Tommy: “Okie dokie. So, since I’m not supposed to listen to women, ever, what should I do?”

Champ: “Pay attention. That’s it. Pay attention to what they respond to. Pay attention to who they say they need to stay away from. Pay attention to who makes them nervous.

And, if you want to get specific, if you’re interested in a particular type of women, pay attention to the type of men that those women always seem to date. For heaven’s sake, don’t ever f*cking listen to a word any of them say about what type of men they find attractive, but watch closely, read, observe, assess, and act.”

I think sometimes women confuse the two; we want the (__insert whatever the hell here__) type man but we really just need someone who understands us…and still choses to stay with us in spite of ourselves.

Naturally Alise on 08/30/2011 at 9:40 am said:

“And a lot of �I always� and �I nevers� can be nuetralized by the right place/time/person.”

This is why I have given up on having “a type.” There is so much complexity that goes into attraction and retention of a mate. Not an exact science at all.

MicTheMessenger on 08/30/2011 at 11:51 am said:

I also agree about complexity being a turn on. I like having to figure someone out. Unless I don�t like what I�m seeing, then he goes back in the box and I take out a new puzzle.

…well dang, what happens when you figure them out? Do you frame them and hang them on the wall as a reminder that you’re good at figuring ish out? Do they sit on your dining room table for eons cuz youre too lazy too frame them? Do you break them down and put them back in the box, losing interest for all eternity?

I’m curious as to why i asked myself these same questions as i typed them…

TheAnti-Cool on 08/30/2011 at 9:00 am said:

Maybe he has an inner beauty. Like his bone marrow is ruggedly handsome or something.

Mahogany Princess on 08/30/2011 at 11:21 am said:

Maybe it was his decomposing liver that was of interest. Or maybe some were intrigued by his ability to be unattractive at all times. He was ugly no matter the angle, lighting, or effects. Somebody found that attractive. I mean take Hoops for example, no matter big or small she likes ugly.

Come on People on 08/30/2011 at 9:52 am said:

I absolutely love this article!!!! Yes, you are right, the unexpected is much more desireable. I remember telling my mother I would date a guy that smelled good and ugly over a man that was funky and cute. Reason why, you can put a bag over someone’s head or even close your eyes much longer than you can hold your nose…lol

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I'm a big fan of Very smart brothers blog and every morning I have to check it out as part of my routine. Today's post was on motivation. As I read the post and the comments I wondered what my motivation was. So I decided to try and put in in my own blog post. I fear this will be a jumbled blog post as I will be writing as the thoughts come.

I think currently I live and breathe my dream for fashion. My waking hours and my dreams are all about how I can achieve that dream and not just the dream of going to fashion school in Italy but actually doing fashion wherever I am and it being a success. This dream has required of me everything; all that I am thus fear is also behind it. The fear of failure and ridicule. The fear that perhaps I should have towed the line like the rest rather than thinking I am special. I do not think of myself as a competitive person or as a person in the habit of measuring my success in relation to others but I must admit our peers to give us a yardstick by which we check our progress whether we like it or not. In a sense that also motivates me, that not only must I catch up to the status quo, but I must surpass it and set a new one though not necessarily using my friends as a measure but rather my previous view of how my life would turn out. That ensures that once in a while I have nagging questions and doubts as to whether the path I have chosen is right and how I can ensure I do achieve my goals in a successful manner.
Fear of rejection is one of the biggest fear in my life. In WHATEVER situation the thought of rejection does inform my conscious and unconscious behavior. I have tried to psychoanalyze why this is so till I gave up. I wonder if in my childhood I faced a lot of rejection or I PERCEIVED that I faced rejection, but nonetheless the thought of being rejected leaves me cold. I'm not a fan of blaming everything on your childhood as it's a cop out. I read a book recently that simply blew me away; ― Steve Toltz, A Fraction of the Whole “Losers blame their parents; Failures blame their kids.” I agree. Nonetheless, I would rather convince myself that I do not want something than allow myself to be vulnerable and risk rejection. That said and done, I realised that was a self-defeating attitude and I try in most things to go against my very fiber to still be open to things and so despite this insidious fear I am still an adventurous person who tries all kinds of things for the sheer possibility that it could be Interesting. Which drives me to my other motivating factor, 'interesting'. I will try almost anything if I suspect it will be 0.00001% interesting. Someone said that most men want life as easy and comfortable as possible while most women want life interesting. I am definitely in that percentage. The pursuit of interesting is one of my biggest goals and drive in life. The thought of getting married in the same manner most people have my whole life, doing the job everyone else has, having the same 2.5 kids people have, is reason to jump off a cliff. Same applies to the men I'm attracted to. Is he interesting and sadly I find it hard to articulating what exactly that entails. I just know it when I see and experience it. It is why the thought that I've become provincial is killing me. There is a whole world out there with interesting things, foods, drinks, people and views that I have not experienced. I AM MISSING OUT. It should be noted that interesting does not always lead to fun or good experiences but it sure does beat boring.

My faith in God has motivated me much more than anything in my whole life. I am nothing without God as a reference point. My belief in God is at the root of my confidence and strength to move each and every day. It is what drives my engines. It is beyond my mind's comprehension how people live without belief in God. Honestly it baffles my mind. I know I can't survive without my faith in God, despite the proliferation of cynicism as an accepted and fashionable attitude when it comes to God. My very essence is from Him. All the good that is me is from Him and any redeeming quality that I may have is from him. The only person I trust to love me unconditionally and ACTUALLY does is God. The one who never tires to listen and encourage me.

Finally my other big motivation is the belief and desire to be different. I am different and that belief is so strongly embedded in me that no logic or evidence can remove it. One of my friends, a guy, likes saying I like rebelling against all authority and rules. While my first instinct is usually to go against rules, I do not most times. I also believe that we are not some robots to just follow rules for rules sake. It has to make sense to me. More than that the person has to have the authority to be enforcing these rules in my eyes; hence who are you? or you are asking me to do that as who? is a common phrase in my speech. More than that the answer to the question 'why?' usually determines my obedience or lack of it. Most people want to issue commands and expect immediate obedience. I do not work like that. Why I'm doing what I'm doing matters a lot. We are not sheep! it infuriates most people but I'm quick to point out that I am only protecting myself from authoritarian rule from anyone and frankly, stupidity out of lack of HAVING AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT. I am much closer to my mother than my father simply because my father believes in talking to me and explaining the rationale behind anything he requests of me while my mother believes in issuing orders and expecting no questions asked and instant obedience . To use a personality analysis a friend sent me sent me to show me how I am:

Portrait of an ISFP - Introverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving
(Introverted Feeling with Extraverted Sensing)

As an ISFP, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your value system. Your secondary mode is external, where you take things in via your five sense in a literal, concrete fashion.

They need to feel as if they're living their lives in accordance with what they feel is right, and will rebel against anything which conflicts with that goal. They're likely to choose jobs and careers which allow them the freedom of working towards the realization of their value-oriented personal goals.

ISFPs have no desire to lead or control others, just as they have no desire to be led or controlled by others. They need space and time alone to evaluate the circumstances of their life against their value system, and are likely to respect other people's needs for the same.

While I did not agree with some of the other traits, I actually agreed with the above quoted applying to myself. Because I believe I am different I do not do things just because they have always been done. I do them because I like them or they make sense to me. It means I do not do some things that people think everyone should do like necessarily cooking for some man every day of my life like some servant. I have a fear of conforming to the norm and just being blah! The good side of my healthy love of being different is that I come up with creative things and my mind is able to think outside the box.

So what motivates you?

I know I know.....it's been too long and to make it worse today I'm doing lazy blogging. I have been so busy that I stopped reading my favorite blogs. So today as i read them I will share some posts or comments that either have me laughing so hard I look like a mad woman or just raising my eyebrows...I warn you..my sense of humor is weird but hopefully You'll enjoy

1.Wild Cougar on 03/27/2012 at 10:59 am said:

Cosign. Churches can remain segregated. Cause people who like to dress in big hats, then jump up and down, throw handkerchiefs, bang tambourines, take their shoes off, run up and down the aisles, jerk madly, knock pews to the side while they speak in tongues, and roll on the floor, all to a lively but repetitive organ tune should be able to do so without white people (or boring snobbbish black people) gawking at them.

HMPH!

2. CurlyTop on 03/27/2012 at 1:21 am said:

I wish homes came with women/men bathrooms or at least a urinal in one of them. Seperate but equal bathrooms in homes would decrease husband/boyfriend death by 86.4%
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I Am Your People on 03/27/2012 at 4:10 am said:

This should be in government building code
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A Woman's Eyes on 03/27/2012 at 9:15 am said:

They do exist. I know plenty of couples who don’t use the same bathroom in their house.
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Chanelle on 03/27/2012 at 10:58 am said:

Me too. If I’m married it will be a requirement for me to have my own bathroom…..it will be written in paper form and signed by all parties involved.
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As a side note from the comments. My friend E had a horrific(to me hilarious) experience at a very popular and supposedly upmarket club on Ng'ong Road. As usual the queues at the ladies are ridiculous so she decided to go to the gents and she was busy doing her business when she noticed funny marks on the walls....only to realize in horror that someone had used their hands as tissue paper then wiped off the feces on the walls...She ran off in fright thinking the person might back...that is what is hilarious to me....So anytime I go back to this club I get fits of laughter like no One's business.
talking OF WEIRD LOO EXPERIENCES on twitter the other day @Karofio MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I ALMOST FELL OFF MY SEAT!!!!!!!! LET ME QUOTE: While in the loo I overheard the guy in the next stall over whisper "get out of me" and then start to cry..How I hate shared offices..!There was no reply, I assume there was no one else in the toilet with him...his demons? I fled before they got a new host!

I love social media and my friends ....just make me laugh away my worries
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SheWhoMustBeObeyed on 03/27/2012 at 12:10 pm said:

“or put your feet on the seat and squat.”

iRebukeThis!!!

Why in the hell would anyone do that?? *Weeping*


CurlySue on 03/27/2012 at 9:49 am said:

Here’s a small list of types of people that should be separated:
4. Public transportation. Those with boundary issues. That way, all the people who seem to love sitting right next to you although there are free seats and striking up a conversation can all sit next to each other and talk about their bunions, kids, dying dog, whatever. And us normal folks (those who avoid contact with others like the plague), can sit with three seats between us all and stare straight ahead, like God intended

JessicaL on 03/27/2012 at 10:38 am said:

Please tell me why, when it’s 50-lem seats on the bus/subway the stank person has to take a seat next to you. Especially on the days when you want to be left the hell alone.

CurlySue on 03/27/2012 at 2:07 pm said:

Ok, so another list and this one dedicated solely to restroom etiquette.

1. People who talk to you through the stalls. Just because we came in chatting doesn’t mean I want to shout over the noise of us both p*ssing. Shut your mouth and focus. Seriously, these people need their own bathrooms. That way they can chat away through grunts and ahhs.

2. People who choose the stall right next to you even though others are open. Whyyyy? Why do you want to sit right next to me? Don’t you want a buffer? I want a buffer! These people need their own bathrooms too. That way they can sit all close, hold hands and whatever else weird sh*t I’m certain people like this do.

3. Let’s talk about pooping. Women pooping, to be specific. Ok, if you come into the bathroom and you have to poop but someone is in the big stall (you know which one) and they’re pooping too, wait! Go back to your desk for two damn minutes and wait! Don’t stand outside my stall door or go to the stall next to me and start grunting away. And if you’re a shy pooper, don’t sit there in your stall waiting me out. Listen b*tch, I was here first. You shoulda waited! Now we’re both sitting here with our feet raised in absolute silence. Well, let me tell you now, you won’t win. So, really, there needs to be two separate types of bathrooms here. Those for indiscriminate “I’ll sh*t anywhere with a hole” poopers and a single stall bathroom for shy poopers who like their privacy. Like me.

Now, I’m exhausted!


Anyway that is enough for today and turns out VSB made me laugh so much I only got comments from it's posts