Stuff of Boring Weekends

Bringing this rare gem (below) of an update back to the timeline. Not cause it's written so perfectly. Nope. It just perfectly sums up my mood and my recent updates. Been posting a lot on Instagram lately to promote the blog, pictures from last year when things were calm and COVID-free, life made sense and I was on the cusp of financial stability. Last year, while I was in the throes of basking in a "good life", every time I would post pictures from a day out people would make snide comments like:

"You dey enjoy!"

"Na so so enjoyment!"

"Chop alone, madam!"

Sometimes I wonder if it's the negative energy that doused their envious remarks that caused my life path to sidetrack. Their envy slapped so hard it knocked me off my incline. Who knows? All I know is that people don't want to see you up. They would rather your misery kept them company. 

Posting pictures of the few times we have cause to laugh and enjoy this life is the stuff of social media. But it shouldn't be all good news. I also share the bad moments, the bad stories, unfortunate circumstances. I think I'm actually one of the few bloggers who lets you into her sad times to differentiate between social media and reality, my reality. So to receive those comments, some expressly, some murmured. It hurt. 

Now when I post pictures of some of the exploits from the previous years, I always remember to caption it as a #Throwback so they don't go getting envious all over again, thinking, "How dare you have fun while the rest of us are in quarantine?" 

Whatever you do in this life, just be aware that there are those who would rather see you down, face down in the gutter, so they can say that they won. But they forget that in between those happy moments were many sad timelines, so many boring weekends, weekends when all you did was sit home and cook and clean and day dream of men you can't have. All they see when you post a picture of you at a bar is, "Madam enjoyment!"

How feebleminded we all are!

Taken from the Blog Post - Sometimes Hot Chicks Have Boring Weekends, December 2016

Had an utterly boring Saturday. B O R I N G. Stayed home all day. 

Didn't drink, just lounged and sweated out my weave with sporadic power. It was utterly boring. No phone calls. No exotic food. Fed on leftovers. BLAH - ALL CAPS. 

I say this so that the few weekends I manage to have fun and send out pictures of me taking in some life, you won't think, "Ah na so so enjoyment for this girl." No be so. Sometimes, due to extreme budgetary constraints, I have to sit home, sweat out my weave with no electricity in 90 degree weather, and live vicariously through those who have the luxury of doing this with a loved one. 

At times, I reach out to a few folks in the outside world just so I don't feel that closed off, at times they do the same. But in the end, it always ends up being a subdued way to spend the weekend. Particularly, a weekend in December. Life is not all sunshine and rainbows. Don't let people make you think it is. 

Don't hate on people when they do take in a slice of life. That may be their one chance.