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A TALE OF HEARTING

Love, ardour, benevolence, philia
Take a moment and give me your ear’
Indifference, apathy, nonchalance,
Let me take this chance;
To subliminally release
With hardly any ease
That which troubles my inner calm
Though you ought to be my soothing balm.
A panacea,
Of emotional sorts
That I can take up in minute shots
My halcyon
In the troubled sea.

At first it was all merry bliss.
As I received your first kiss.
Your straightforwardness
Was a pillar in my emotional mess;
A sturdy anchor
That could hold down an 18-wheeler tanker.
It was rainbows and unicorns
Though even love has its pros and cons.

Now though I have a diff’ story to tell
A sound reminiscent of the death knell.
I drop two coins in the wishing well
Hear the peal of the church bell’;
Was what I want
Though now I have no choice but to punt.

Now it’s all indifference
Apathy, nonchalance.
Better if it were hate aversion,
Antipathy.
Take the decision
Out of empathy.
‘Cause it was once said
“The opposite of love is not hate,
It’s indifference.”
I’ll just reiterate
Better I hate
Than you to Coventry I send.

I hope you get to read this
I don’t want you to be perplex’
Puzzle, baffle, gravel or vex.
It’s as clear as day and night
That very soon you might
Lose what you love for good
I should stop this if I could
But the ball now is in your park
So decide how you’ll throw it back.
Silence, quiet
Just won’t quite;
Help you us in deciding what’s right.
Let’s all talk and bare our feeling’
And know what hand we’ll next be dealing…

Of Man God(s) & Deities

Yes I know, it has been a while before this DUI posted his own original work. Do you think I just sit around in front of whatever electronic screen just waiting to post rants and raves?. Hello earth to kid, even we deities have lives to lead, or in my case, this gigai has a boring and mundane life to live. Yes yes, I am still stuck on this crappy blue-green mass of rock as I am yet to devise a human-friendly way to get back to my universe. For those of you who are cat curious, no I still haven’t found one, calling out to all Christian Scientists out there to come help a deity. I hope I didn’t sound oxymoronic.

Another year that you’ve all crossed over like chiasmata.. Yaay!. Big feat!. Not that I really care and all being the DUI and all.

I hear that 2016 will be a blank year in history books, not because nothing happened but human idiocy was at its highest level worldwide. Don’t even get me started. But I doubt Clio will care, she will put it down in her scrolls. Speaking of Clio reminds me of Apollo. Apollo reminds me of- no not the bloody United States of A feel free to use any obscenity starting with A- spaceship but rather, the Olympian. Olympian in turn reminds me of Olympus-not the boring movie depicting the bloody US of A- any other obscenity starting with an A will do- falling, the real Olympus: Dwelling of the Gods.

Yes we are going to discuss not in detail but superficially about gods.

Yes I know, I am the DUI and as such I am jealous of my divinity and realm, however, I am but a deity. That means there is that overall God, be it Jehovah, Allah, Krishna, Akal Purakh, Zeus, Jupiter, Amaterasu-ōmikami, whatever you sobriquet your Supreme Being. A deity is like a Count, has power over only his jurisdiction but still pays homage to the Big One. So where am I headed with this post?.

Nowhere really, its just that my gigai has a different religious path. Raised up in a strictly Christian household almost on par as the Puritans’, Mormons, Baptists but neither, a sense of spirituality was inbred in my gigai. I say spirituality and not religion as those two don’t have the same interchangeable meaning.

At times when meditating my gigai would view it’s Supreme Being as a stout old man sitting high in the clouds wearing spectacles and having that harsh patriarchal look. HE had a long white beard and even longer whiter hair on his head. HE didn’t wear a crown but my gigai would feel the power and wisdom emanating from the visualisation of HIM. Usually as soon as HE was visualised my gigai would tremble and complete morbid fear would envelop him. It lasted but a second and my gigai would quickly take a breath and channel its thoughts to other areas. Why am I bringing this up now?.

Well at exactly 25.1.2017 2049hrs this gigai had the unfortunate incident of conjuring up the Supreme Being and hadn’t it been for my-the DUI- pulling him out of that trance, I think I would be posting a different story now..

My question though is this, why has mankind always viewed gods as old men and women?. Look at the depiction of Zeus, Poseidon, Ra, Baal and others not mentioned. All are old aged men-by gods I mean the Head Honcho. Don’t get me wrong I have nothing against grey, white or silver hair but I am yet to see a Supreme Being, being personified as a hale and robust youth, with the wisdom of an old man of course. I mean Divine Beings don’t age physically as humankind does. Besides doesn’t old age always precede death at least from a human standpoint?. I don’t know if I am speaking for all the deities out there but personally I prefer being personified as a young man, because please don’t try to kill me before my time. And if history-one of the 9 muses Clio I think- serves me right, gods are rarely killed instead being locked up in dark spiritless chasms. Where according to legend mankind shall await, Armageddon, Day of Judgement, Ragnarok, The End of the World, Aharit ha-Yamim, et al- eschatology the learned shall quip.

My side?. I am the Deity of the Universe of Infinite though the (I) could be meaning something else. For now let me pen off as I have my own version of Gotterdamurung-the end of the world to prepare back in my universe. And no there shall be no gods battling or judging of humans. My UI is a real life version of the Shangri-La, Paradise, Elysium Fields.

From the DUI, man of the people, peaceful being and jealous deity, stay safe..

OF SOCIAL MEDIA & MEDIUMS

Yes I am at it again, another rant and rave of your only Deity of the Universe of Infinite. I was going to brush this under the carpet but when it affected my gigai I couldn’t turn a deaf eye nor a blind ear to the matter anymore. Want to guess what my issue is? Guess you wouldn’t given a million years. Before I vent my frustration at the regression of the human race more specifically the Sapiens sapiens species, let us take a short walk through History. Yes yes, I am allowed to do that as Time falls under Infinity. And no it isn’t time travel so wipe that Mephistophelean smile off your face, I don’t want to have real live Dr. Whos and Rose Tylers.

The year will be 1876 and the smart ones already know. Yes your mental projections will be visiting Sir Alexander Graham Bell; the father of the telephone. The Aegyptopithecus to the smart phone you hold in your palm now. He patented the first practical working telephone. However, though the inventor or not depending on what history you listen to, he found the telephone a nuisance and kept it in his study. Though not evolved he could still see its danger.

Fast forward to the future. Now I know many of you are sharpening your pitchforks and stoking the fire ready for a witch-hunt or more appropriately a deity hunt, hoping to catch me and roast me well well-done. I would tell you to save your energy but you wouldn’t listen. Just like all the witches you burned during the Dark Ages who lied to you they died?

Tags, more so #tags are my pet peeve. The humans of this era are so into their Smartphone that one would be forgiven for thinking that Smartphones are their deities while in realty they are theirs stakes.

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Likes comments and hash tags are the lifeline of such. When Bell made the telephone, he had no idea that the # would gain such prominence. Even the * button isn’t that button anymore. All that is left is for all mobile phones to unanimously agree that there should be a dedicated # button like the windows key on most comps

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#Bell #telephony #Blogging #Writinginbed #Coffee #cofeeholic #Righthandwriting #Multitasking #Textingbae #history #research #MondayBlues #BedManenos #PhilosophicalTings (Yes I wrote tings instead of things) #MyBrainBetterThanYours #WritingIsBae #BloggingIsBae #ThoughtsUnderAMosquitoNet #AfterSundayTings #I’mSoSmart #HP #TypingInBed #DUI #DILLIC?

Yes all those #tags apply to this gigai as he types away. Seriously? You don’t #GiveADamn and I #Don’tCare. Very soon, the # in any tag shall be counted as a separate word in essays et al. #Change.

Look, you might think that #tagging makes you look all cool and such but honey baby, honey is only delicious to lick the first four times after that you get sick of it. It just shows your; yes your level of intellect and maturity is at #AllTimeLow. Yes some #tags do actually help a cause but only one out of every say 100? The rest are just piles upon piles of egotistical, egocentric, extrovert, self-seeking, selfish tags. (Feel free to #tag each individual word.) This reminds me of a certain dance movie I watched, where in the dance camp there was this super famous dance crew and the lead #tagged everything. As you can guess I didn’t finish watching the movie.

#MirrorNotLie #BathroomSelfies are some of the more annoying tags I encounter on a daily basis. Since you can’t beat them let me add a few #tags and hope they will pick pace and trend okay? #LavatoryLove #FaecalFacts #GOTPeeson1 #CeramicThrone #ShittySounds #Dr.Poo #GreatFartscapade Do I continue or stop? So far three main sites are responsible for the #tag phenomena HeadBook the Social networking site, that chirping micro blogging site Chirp Chirp! With its red sparrow and the extroverts’ paradise InstaGlam the photo-showcasing site.

Post photos all you like but don’t make the #tags take up more space than the photo itself. If the madness had been contained in the Internet I would not be really mad but when it spills over to WorstApp I scream. Then some of you have #tags so ingrained in you that even in SMSs I receive #Mpesa #OkoaJahazi #Kisses #IKR #I’mSleepy, and my agent sends a text saying “End month is approaching #RentCollectionManenos”, this is where as the Deity of the Universe of Infinite I become stark raving mad. #tags in texts? Come on! What next? #tags in speech and conversation.

 

Sandra: Hi dad so I managed to create the mountain ranges in the third planet though not as high as the Himalayas

Me: Hi there Sandra I am proud of you. #FatherDaughterIntellect I see. Well you are the daughter of the #DUI

Sandra: Uhm Okay. By the way your citizens miss you already they ask when will you be back.

Me: I #Miss them too. Tell them tomorrow is a #PublicHoliday and they can have #FunTime with #Family #Friends and #Bae.

Sandra: Okay I will try and do that but are you okay?

Me: I definitely am #Healthy just #WorkingOut #NoDoctor.

Sandra: Dad are you sure you haven’t caught one of those weird human diseases? What’s with all the #tagging in our conversation?

Me: #NeverBeenBetter #JustSpeakingLocalLanguage #GottaGo #LoveYou and #TTYL

She hung up on me before I got to the #GottaGo tag.  That conversation was not only #Ridiculous but also #Crazy #Insanity #Idiotic. She sent me a #tag free text telling me that she predicts that human communication shall revert to grunts, hieroglyphs and cave paintings very soon. Your voice boxes shall become vestigial organs and your mouths shall be for eating and maybe kissing if any of you shall remember how to do it. But I am sure you will just Googol it. Not that #ICare what happens to the #HumanRace. It is your pathetic miserable lives anyway not mine.

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Until Next time from your Introverted yet Man of the People and Observant Deity of the Universe of Infinite and Hashtag free being:

 

#GOODBYE

Of Being a Customer

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This is a disturbed Deity trapped in a gigai on this blue green planet. I have been MIA as you earthlings wold put it for a while- for inexplicable reasons only known to me. I did manage to go back to my home universe albeit for a short time. I am glad that my daughter has been running things well in my absence. Why did I come back, you ask? Well this deity bent a few TSM rules- for the greenhorns that’s Time Space and Matter. Being a deity I am not allowed to break rules.

Anyway, that is the little news I brought from home for those who are cat curious about my UI. So what will I rant about today? American elections? Negative- deities and politics don’t mix. TICAD? Nope, I haven’t installed a consulate in Japan and versa vice or however you humans say it. Spate of earthquakes in East African region? Ahem I might have been slightly responsible for that. Emphasis on MIGHT. Rio Olympics? DILLIC?? Nope it is about a human phrase:

 

THE CUSTOMER IS KING

Yes I know that it is the customer who brings in the well needed money to run the ship. However unlike kings, not all the customers have infinite pockets apart from yours truly. Now what is my pet peeve this time? I heartily disagree with that statement- stick with me and don’t leave the page yet because if you do, the following makes you the quintessential paradigm.

Threat worked? Perfecto! Ever gone to an eating establishment more so the starred ones and notice how people gormandize, satiate, devour and engorge? I wouldn’t blame you if you thought that you,d been dropped off at the zoo during lunch hour. There are rodents who nibble, horses that pig down their food, pigs that horse down their food, mosquitoes and butterflies that suck using their proboscis, the pecking woodpecker, the picky feline, the all-nivorous bear that eats all and sundry, the panda that eats and then sleeps on the spot….. The list is as endless as the Insecta order.

So yes we all have that inner beast in us whether Venetian or Martian. However try to control that inner demo- ahem beast. Some ‘kings’ will eat like they are being chased by dragons, spilling food left right and centre. others leave 90% of the food on the plate as if they are damsels in distress, et al. Trust me, no one wants to eat your touched food especially not the FDA agents- both the literal and alternative agents. My advise eat like a king- a courteous dignified stately KING.

My second peeve is Smokers.

I place smokers in the same category as murderers, thieves and terrorists oh and doctors too. Yes, I have said it, now go swallow a blade and hang. You all know that smoking affects those near the smoker. Passive smoking is just as if not more dangerous than direct smoking. If you want to blacken your lungs I have no qualms with that but do it on a far way place, preferably Pluto and beyond. Before I forget, you’ll never see a terrorist walk up to you and casually ask, “Hey mate, might you be having an IED or a few hand grenades on you?” My point? Carry your own tools of trade for your vices. Meaning if you smoke carry your own lighter.

With those few sentences I am off to resume my hibernation until that friggin idiotic polar bear in the Equatorial region shall shut their deep freezer.

Written by your ever loving, Man of the People, Bender yet Follower of Rules & DUI, sleep writing deity

Deity of the Universe of Infinite

High-Lights and Low-Darks of 2015

Okay so this is another rant and rave of no one else but your favourite deity of the universe of infinite, only that this time round it is a wrap up of the year 2015..

I’m still stuck on this crabby planet as my SPIRIT beam is still sulking; and my daughter,is still trying to open a safe portal for me to use.. Well by June 2016 I will have finally succeeded in going back to my universe for good, so I will not rely on my SPIRIT beam any more.. Other than that let us get down to it..

So this year has had its Everests and Marianas Trenches. By that I mean there have been more downs than ups.. Take the Everest and turn it upside down to cover or fill the Marianas you’ll still need roughly 2000 metres more.. hope I’ve explained it in layman’s terms..

Most of The Thoughts Of A……. series have been me spotlighting issues that have really ticked me off.. Primarily these have been the downs in my life.. Also if you are discerning enough, read between the lines of most of my posts and you’ll see something..

I landed on this crabby planet and slightly loved it, got myself a gigai with which I have been able to interact with the beings on this planet.

In June, the month when I self-procreated myself, I made three new friends, two of whom I still maintain regular contact with. Fellow wine and food enthusiasts like myself. Although I left my previous workplace during that time, a month later I was summoned to the place I am now. Go through my posts to read about it all. Also this gigai happened to meet Jean Wandimi a fellow blogger and also a master class wine enthusiast (I am just a disciple class wine enthusiast) at my work place and I totally loved it. I think this was the only time that this D.U.I. became a fan, pushimg aside my introvert cloak for a few minutes. If you are a wine connoisseur then follow this

http://thewineandfoodreview.com

Speaking of my new workplace, I met a certain Temporary All Rounded person there and to date she is a very special person. For your information, my favourite manga character is Nagi Sanzenin of Hayate no Gotoku. This person is my Nagi Chan, my Ojousama, so I have a very soft spot for Nagi and she knows it too.. I think to date she is the only Venetian who plays a mind game with me that I actually love. I hate mind games exception being chess.

However the Venetian species, I note love playing mind games all the time. Too bad for them I happen to be the D.U.I. and also have a highly functioning brain so usually I manage to know their game plans and prepare myself; after all isn’t fore-footed forewarned, or something like that?. However, with my Ojousama I love her mind games as it has a pleasant aura around it. She doesn’t have KI (Killing Intent) around her though her mind game is more of a duel between us; our weapons fencing swords. We attack, defend, parry, thrust et al, but in the end we both love it.

I stumbled away from my literature universe onto the Anime and Manga-Verse.. Well I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon, I think I will station an embassy in that universe for proper diplomatic relations.. Keep in mind that I had done a few reconnaissance trips when I was much younger but it was just that.. However now I’d like to colonise- ahem maintain proper relations with this newly discovered world.. I just can’t get enough of expanding my universe of Infinite.. I think it was proper I became the Deity of the Universe of Infinite. With Music, Prose, Poetry, Dance, I’m very close to controlling the Nine Muses of Greek. Terpsichore, Clio, Euterpe and Melpomene so far are under my thumb. Very soon the whole of the Arts shall be part of my Universe of Infinite.

Then there are smaller achievements, like getting myself a new pair of state of the art Sharingans, my previous ones were really old having them for over 13 years.. Speaking of 13, There were so many Friday the 13th this year but only the last one had any significance to me. For that short period I was able to temporarily travel back to my Universe and spend quality time with my daughter.

Also, when we had the Super moon I was temporarily able to summon a few of my universe representatives to this planet. I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone about this but after reading this post I’m sure you’ll understand why.

Another up was when the earth time here was the truncated form of PI this date exact

.. that should be proclaimed an inter-universal holiday, a once in a century holiday, along the lines of sighting of Haley’s Comet.. In my U.I. it is a special day, where all creation not only rest but their infinite wishes are infinitely answered for that specific time period only..

This year has also been one where I’ve been too socially active, having exceeded my quota by light years. An AA meet, ComicCon, over five different social lunches with people never met before, I mean any introverted being like myself would have died by now, so for 2016 I want to limit these social outings to the number of fingers on my foot.. Exactly your feet don’t have fingers but toes, you get the message loud and clear, you potential Social ticks and fleas, stay away from me in the name of the D.U.I.

From all my other posts, you know I am a very jealous deity so if any of you are expecting me to wish you a prosperous 2016, you’ll keep on waiting until infinity will stop being undefined; and as along as I am the Deity of the universe of Infinite and my daughter is still well my daughter then too bad that is not happening anytime soon.. Reason being that New Year’s is a festival honouring the two-faced Roman God Janus; after whom the month of January was named. Now if I cant trust a two faced human, what about a two-timing double dealing Roman god? Therefore I will not wish you a happy New Year..

My New Years resolution? None at all, I will just be more active in the day to day operations of my Prose-theticular universe. Meaning more stories will be written for 2016, so yeah that’s good news.

Here is a guide on how we should relate this coming year: https://kaywill112.wordpress.com/2015/03/04/random-words-of-deity-of-infinite

Other than that let us crossover like chiasmata into the New Year and see you in 2016..

From your usual Deity of the Universe of Infinite, Man of the People, Soon to be Controller of the Nine Muses, and Upper Class Tier Citizen, Sayonara 2015 and shinnen omedetō gozaimasu minna san..

Self Worth-Alpha

Waking, standing, walking sleeping,
This question makes my radar go a’beeping,
Just what is my life worth,
On this blue life-more earth?
Am I really a cog in this machinery called living,
Or just a clog, that should get the hint and start leaving?
If after all I play no part
Ţo paint the work of art
No brush strokes to the canvas do I add,
Then its really sad,
That I can’t even sing a ballad
Or strike a C minor
Note, or education C-
To prove I was taught.
Just what is the purpose of my life?
Severing is the work of à knife
Of my wrist
To complete cease and desist.
So before I truncate,
Please elaborate
Why my heart still pumps?
Though on this Highway I’m neither a pothole nor a speed bump,
A rumble strip
Nor a rise nor a dip.
I try to extrapolate
Using scatter points, a line of best fit,
But I realise I am just a misfit
A damn insignificant trickle
In this super valley that life stream flows,
So you see I’m fickle..
All I await is the scythe and sickle,
Hence my ears do not tickle,
That’s the position
Of my situation
I’m just a carication
Of Divine boredom
No difference from a glowworm
Though a correction
To that attestation
A glowworm gives forth light
So I have no right
To insult its existence
Using it as my defence..
(To be continued)

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Of Annoying Travel Habits

Okay so this is another rant and rave of no one else but your favourite deity of the universe of infinite..

I’m still stuck on this crabby planet as my SPIRIT beam is still sulking; and my daughter,is still trying to open a safe portal for me to use..

Hence while around I have to put up with human peculiarities and eccentricities.. Now due to the limitations of my gigai I don’t have access to my second favourite mode of personal transport. My first is teleportation; what did you expect? Deities love teleporting considering it is one of the few black areas in human scientific progression.. My second is slipstream.. I actually made this up for those days when I am too lazy to teleport..

What is slipstream?. Well slipstreaming is on earth the concept where you travel directly behind something ahead of you to reduce air friction, right?. Well Slipstream is the same except this time I manipulate gravity. Gravity in this case instead of pulling and holding me down it goes ahead of me and instead pulls me forward.. All it requires is telepathic connection.. Its like a burst of speed or a nitrous boost.. I think you can loosely compare it to Body Flicker Technique or Shunpo (flash step) though Slipstream is using gravity to thy advantage..

So anyway back to my issue as I can’t use Slipstream I have to be content with PTS- public transport systems.. Now where I am currently there are this 14-seater and 33-seater minivans that ferry people from point A to Z- or something like that..

Well I boarded one and sat at the window seat per se.. Now my gigai is relatively small so I don’t take much space, however, some people take that as an excuse to encroach on me personal space (see previous post).. So this humungous Cyclops decides to set his corpse next to me. He eats up his share of the seat and takes up half of mine. Then he opens his legs wide. I can’t take it so I put up resistance and open the window wide open. Usually I open the window to tick off people.. I noticed that you humans love shutting the windows when the vehicle is moving. Well I leave the window open and usually when someone asks me to shut the window, I smile at them and innocently say the window is stuck. The result is usually they move to another seat. Then there are those hot headed imbeciles who mannerlessly shut the window without asking me. Well I mannerlessly open it again and glare at the perpetrator. Again I achieve the same result. Next time you sit next to me and notice I open the window just know you aren’t welcome.

Mr. Cyclops noticed my resistance and he tried to behave. Fortunately he alighted later on. Unfortunately I had another issue in the same vehicle. Have you ever noticed how, smelly socks and chips travel faster than sound in an enclosed area?. Well someone and I assume a Venetian was eating chips and the smell engulfed the vehicle; that was another reason I opened the window. Now I have no problem with eating food but please be conscious of others. Maybe some are allergic to your food, or maybe you are rubbing salt to someone’s wounds by eating in a vehicle and yet the person is fasting either willingly or unwillingly.

If you must really eat in a public vehicle, there are snacks for that matter. By snacks I mean sweets, chewing gum, chocolates, crisps, biscuits and cookies et al. No I will not mention cakes.

Now that brings me to another weird habit. Why would a grown person after chewing gum, place it under the seat of the vehicle?. Or inside the seat cover? Then also those of you (me excluded) who happen to find those gums in those hard to reach areas, just what were you doing there in the first place?. Along that line, there was a time it was mandatory for PTS to have wastebaskets in them. I wonder why?. I have issues with someone who after unwrapping their goods decides to dump the wrapper in the vehicle. Mys bag has a compartment for my trash. I hate littering I’d rather carry it in my bag then drop it off at the nearest trash site.

Another pet peeve, you newspaper readers, text readers and basically jobless passengers. Now I am not the type to read newspapers in a PTS because one I never buy them, I read them at work. However, I once sat next to a pretty Venetian who was reading a paper, and no I wasn’t reading along with her. I fund it rude to read someone else’s paper.. However, the Venetian had the paper spread open covering my left leg and to make matters worse I saw her sneaking glances at me to see whether I was reading it too.. Why do that?. I mean just open the paper and then fold it and read in peace. That’s why I love reading novels in PTS.

Next, are basically your secret phone reviewers. I mean what else can I call someone who reads your texts or watches whatever you’re doing on your OWN phone?. Even as I am typing this I happen to have quite an audience of a Venetian.. I understand that travelling in a vehicle is really boring at times, but if you have nothing to do please don’t do it next to me. I love my privacy and seeing you constantly checking my phone surreptitiously is tantamount to stalking and privacy invasion. Next time carry a book or something to keep your idle mind occupied. Or like I do, carry your earphones and plug them in to your handset and listen to either your playlist or the radio.

Speaking of that, there are some certain people who think that we all want to listen to their music, so they’ll honour us by playing their music on speaker.. I mean come on if I wanted loud music I’d definitely not board a quiet peaceful bus.

Along that line, I know that some of us are pretty important people, importing cars, or having contacts with important and powerful people in society. I mean, hey I am Deity of the Universe of Infinite too so I understand your undying and life-threatening need to broadcast to every Tom Dick and Harriette about your life. But please try to control those impulsive urges. Some of us are really not interested in listening to your ‘Interesting’ life in buses. If you really must, then start a reality show like the Kardashians..
Some time back I happened to sit at the back right of a 14-seater PTS vehicle. A lady dressed in an office suit next to me and a young man sat at the back left. When the lady alighted I happened to be looking out and I saw the young man pull it his phone and discreetly lower it to the ladies hemline, camera side up. Yes he was taking a panty-shot of the lady. I just looked straight ahead asking myself whether I was taking part in an Ecchi manga. The guy was older than me and yet doing such high school antics. The lady never noticed, fortunately for him. However you Venetians need to be on the lookout for ecchi people out there..
Preachers. Yes you so called preachers. I have nothing wrong with you propagating your religious views but please not in the PTS and definitely not in the morning. Some of us are still sleepy. And funny enough why is it only Christian preachers on board?. I’m yet to see a Muslim preacher in a bus or even better a Hindu, Sikh, Shinto, Tao or Traditional African preachers doing their share too.. If that’s it I think I, being a deity should also start a preaching campaign in PTS though I really don’t know what my followers will be worshipping. ‘Cause I am just a humble deity, not seeking recognition anywhere.

Back to the preachers, do they all assume that all passengers on board are of one religion, denomination or even believe in the existence of a heavenly beings?. To prevent poisoning of my mind, I started walking with earphones all over. In fact once or twice I irked some preachers by looking directly in their eyes and putting on my earphones. One of them even commented saying, “some of you are now putting on their earphones but God’s….” I managed to press play. I don’t mean to be rude but I am a jealous deity. I definitely am not going to listen to the sermons from another god. There is a reason why I am “Deity of the Universe of Infinite”.

The worst habit of all are the conversationistas.. And there are two types.

Type Alpha: These type are loudmouthed individuals who talk to everyone from their seat. Meaning they shout and have loud banter with everyone. These type are very dangerous because they get everyone talking about whatever topic they bring up. Be it ball, politics, or the latest social issue they know it all. Typically they are extroverts. Good thing is I usually drown them out of my hearing with my ever handy earphones.

Type Beta: These type are the most dangerous to me. Yes they are your seat mates in the PTS who strike a conversation with you. My mama taught me never to talk to strangers. My introversion teaches me mot to talk to anyone unless really needed.. So when you nonchalantly start talking to me I get bored.. Hello! The earphones are usually conversation stoppers. But on the rare occasion that you manage to chat me up before this deity plugs in then know that I’m just too kind to turn you off..
Well until next time ciao..

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