Talk to the cactus.

A cactus disguised as a pineapple.

I am such an angry bunny right now. Why, why? This is so not me. It is not even hormonal.

I am usually the most passive, easy going person on the planet. And of course because I am polite and repressed I am not taking the anger out on anyone. But this is probably a good thing, because there is no specific target. I am just generally angry.

I let people take too much from me. I let people walk all over me. Because I am weak, but also because I expect and take very little from others and I assume that people all behave like me. FAIL.

I have very little to give, emotionally. I am a small person with small reserves, but I am open and certain people tend to take and take until there is nothing left and then I crack and go beserk.

I just have no life skills.

Also I am angry about being South African right now. For some reason it is hacking me off. I know this is irrational, and some would argue that I am not even one anymore. Whatever. Tell that to the visa people. It is just so much effort, emotionally and everythingly. I want to be something effortless.

French. There is something so unquestionable about being French. French people know who they are and how they fit into the world. And when they say "quoi?" it is as if they are questioning the very fabric of existence at a primordial level, not just the meaning of sandwiches. And the answer is always: "whatever is French".


Also I am just generally angry that my friends and relatives and random acquaintances don't think exactly like me. So inconvenient. It means all this admin of arguing and going round in circles, and in the end I always cave in because it is not worth the hassle. So pay attention: I am right and you are wrong, and suck on that and don't argue and bow to the master ok?


Gah. I should become a hermit on a hill somewhere. Only people seeking my infinite wisdom shall be allowed to enter. I shall tell them about how to do a handspin and how to use a pipette and send them off to impress their friends.

And slowly, slowly, I shall start to talk to my cartoon turtle tattoo until he answers back.

His name is Norm, by the way.

No he didn't tell me, I am not on the hill yet.

Bob, my pet cactus told me. He is a bit of a prick, but to the point.