Desperate utterances are inexcusable whatsoever. Make known your loneliness, publicize your debts, advertise your horniness and society will knock you down a notch off your social hierarchy. Everyone will shelve you as inferior and them superior. They will not show it openly but if you are observant the subtle signs are conspicuous.
That's why people hide their transcripts. When results are out and you don't cover your grade and someone gets a glimpse of it, and it isn't appealing. Kiss bye bye to them coming to you for an opinion on something they don't understand. It is a norm to gauge people. Am not saying it's a good norm not believing something doesn't make it go away.
The only way you can afford to expose yourself as desperate. Is when it is in a song or colorful art. Remember Akon and Lonely. Am so lonely, am Mr. lonely, with nobody...
It's only when desperate is exposed in artful manners with color that it is appealing. He must have been really lonely to come up with such a well-written song. It was so colorful you didn't realize that he might actually have been lonely, did you? as in Akon, lonely... No way!
I am desperate.
See, lonely cannot quite apply to someone that is of such stature. Why?
Cause unlike me, he has exposure. It doesn't matter how beautiful you are if you aren't exposed. Out of 10 people something ugly will not get attention, but expose 1000 people to that ugly thing, you are bound to find someone of a different opinion, add 100000000 people into that equation and we have what democracy has brought;- No matter how much porridge a well known politician has in his head, provided he has exposure he will always outdo the genius politician with no exposure.
I guess Akon can sing Lonely, but after that song, I don't think he has been lonely since. How could he when he colored his desparate state in such a way it brought him such exposure.
Living in a world where you use the same streets, meet the same people, spend your time in the same buildings, no new people cross your path, everyone is a friend so nothing intimate can happen, then I guess at some point you will snap, grab a guitar get on stage and sing you are Mrs. Lonely, you have nobody, in such a nice way people will not think you are lonely they will just feel your words before you have enough exposure to not be lonely.
And when the exposure comes, it will be like you are a bar tender, only with higher status. Everyone is in your space wanting to get something from you to fix them.
And in a night, more than 100000000 people have talked to you, want something from you. All you have to do is select.
"hey, can I have three beers?"
"oh, sure here..."
"you dont want the money?"
"no, i own the bar, drinks are on me. Have fun."
"ahh nice."
and she flips her ponytail so that it's on one side of her shoulder. She does a strategic bend and looks to the side in order to get the best position to pick the bottles of beer to take them to her table. She does a little smile, and you can't help but noticed something looks obscenely indecent about what she is doing, you like it though but you can't put your hand on it; just yet.
And another dame steps up...
"hey, can I have two beers?"
And when you have taken enough the bar tender takes back his bar. You drop your name tag and seat next to anyone.
And that is how I wish this blog was. If somehow I could get it to have a way people have to pass by it to get something. You know, like if there was a way you could have dames walk up to you and start conversations with you before you steer the conversation to bedroom talk. It would be more of a success than it is now? Agree?
Am not saying it's not. But you know, once you get 10 you want 100, once you get 100, a 1,000 becomes a stone through away, then 10,000 becomes an exciting ambition. Am doing well, but would it hurt if I did better? Wouldn't you want me to do better?
See how the desperate thing colored in nice words looks like? Beautiful, sincere, right? Honest?
Would it be nice if in addition to using the same routes, going to the same building, meeting the same people she would go to some Green World Movement, get a Volunteer position, become posted at some desk outside some posh place, with thousands of human traffic.
"hi, so what's this about?"
"it's about planting trees for a greater tomorrow..."
'okay, this guy isn't hot, let's get it over with.' she would think.
"hi, so what's this about?"
"it's about planting trees for a greater tomorrow..."
'okay, now this guy is just weird, can't he just get some roll-on or soap' she thinks.
"hey, so what's all this green stuff about?"
"it's about planting trees for a greater tomorrow..."
What she meant to say in her mind is 'dude, what is this green stuff about tomorrow, it's about today, how can your feet still stink this much while they are still in your shoes, i bet your toes are green and rotten just go please please please...just go.'
"thank you lovely afternoon." Go shower! NkT!
Too many people today...
"hey, what's this green thing about..."
'oh my god, ask me for my number, ask me for my number. Please.' she would hope.
"if I started explaining it, it would take half a day... But basically we plant trees and there is a possibility that we will have a camp, but am not sure..."
"cool, so should I give you my contacts or will you give me yours to book the for the camp?"
"I was actually joking about the camp thing, that's just something I am hoping for, a tree planting camp somewhere, anywhere but Nyeri..."
Hehe
"you funny..."
"can I have your contacts..."
If it was that easy then my blog would have a lot of exposure. There are people who will pass by and there hearts will be taken, some will take a heart to.
If 10 new people passed by here, some might not be so thrilled to check out the next post, if 100 new people passed by here quite a number of them will be thrilled enough to check out my other posts, if 1,000,000,000 people passed by here you can be sure even if i wrote mud with that number of people passing by here, I will have stolen enough hearts to pack up and leave a legend.
Cause that's the way life is...so now the hard part is where to get the busiest street on the Internet. Not in NewYork, that's easy...in Kenya.
