The Potluck Dinner

I am running a potluck dinner today. Not many people know what it is despite the careful explanation. Sharing. It's all about sharing I say. I hope it will be fun.

The class on redundancy

 

So I am up there sitting in the front of the class taking a lesson from some clown lady who has less knowledge about the subject than me about making charro bean burritos. I sensed there are so many wrong things with what she is saying but I remain calm. I am sure the myriads of perfectly plausible explanations never cross their minds and I am alone fighting in the front lines. The first world mentality cannot win against the pseudo-market friendly third world mentality. I decide to shut up and just listen; maybe I'll learn something about the way the middle class thinks here. Maybe.

That doesn't last too long and I am again finding myself looking for things to entertain myself. The apps on my phone are way overplayed and I can't seem to find other distractions. Except, of course, looking at the girls around me. One is kind of cute sits in the back, has that ready to get married look. Another girl about the same age I am –later found out- sits next to me usually and we have coffee breaks together. Now the class is about her not the little town clown talking in front of me. This girl is not too bad looking either. I haven't asked her if she's got a boyfriend, but you would think she'd volunteer that kind of info no?, so today, during the coffee break I asked her out to comedy theater. A bit hasty on my part, but she mumbled a yes. That kind of yes you get from politicians' empty promises. I am not sure whether she wants to go out or just being nice. Who cares though right? Well, I found later on my way home that I do, I broke up with my last girl over 6 months ago and I am getting out of touch with the dating game. To be honest there are too many ugly girls around wanting to date and I am not that desperate to waste my time with one of them. Sorry for my superficiality.

I wish also I could build my house a lot faster –I am building a house on a small lot nearby-. This living at home has too many strains on my free will and mentality. Things are bound to change, I know it. I can't stand routine much less repetitive behavior for long. I like what I have right now, but it is not enough, I know it full well. Changes are being implemented, but I surely don't want to end up making the wrong decisions. Travelling a lot has helped in the past but I want changes within more definite boundaries so I am slowing down the pace. I am looking for the kind of changes that can only happen after you root in one place for a little while longer.

We'll see how things go. I'll keep my blog updated. I am hoping some Mbudu (like in "About Schmitt" the movie) is reading my blog through his $100 dollar solar-powered laptop in Africa, and finds my life a bit interesting. I'd like to imagine him as an assiduous reader of my blog postings. Watch out for those lions on the way home Mbudu, there are possibly more stories coming.