Whatshot
Through my eyes
Through my eyes
Date: 2016-04-22
And yet so many of us are miserable.
I see those faces on my daily promenade walkoh gosh, simply scary. And yes I don't know what made people like that, what horrors haunt their lives. And yes for some peeps out there happiness is overrated. I get it.
What I want to know is why bother getting out of bed? Why try and transfer your vibe to the world? Rather stay in bed and take it out on the bed sheets, they have no feelings and are prone to all kinds of nasty vibes.
Which brings me to my story.
Last weekend we took it to the beach. My friend Janice celebrated her birthday and we decided a beach picnic would be a brilliant idea. Janice set up a beautiful table on the beach right in front of her apartment in Umdloti, while husband Bruce arranged funky tunes on his Bose speakers.
The afternoon was perfect; there was no need for speech. In fact we were surprisingly mute as we watched the receding tide and the sky, which turned from cobalt blue to turquoise to orange and then to spectacular pink.
Nibbling on Janice gourmet picnic platters and sipping on bubblies served in crystals we were in heaven. That is right up to the moment a police van pulled up and a kind lady cop came to inform us that there has been a complaint of public disturbance lodged by a caller who was in his late 50's early 60's who did not want us to be enjoying these sun downers in front of his building.
We were gutted.
What! We weren't even making a noise. She did however also stressed that she has driven passed several times looking for the rowdy crowd and had to pass several times just to make sure that the we were the right crowd, because as far as she could see we were a well behaved bunch, so she just came to caution us about drinking bubblies on the beach, which when caught disobeying this crucial bylaw carries a fine of R2500.
This really put a damper on an otherwise perfect afternoon. We could not fathom that there is a person out there, standing on his balcony with his binoculars, policing the beaches and then snitching.
There was a moment when our naughty friend Rod wanted to go and find this horrid stoolpigeon and we did have to hold him back when he wanted to 'moon' the entire neighbourhood but we all eventually accepted this unfortunate incident and moved on to the immaculate lemon meringue and tiramisu.
What irked me the most out of this unfortunate incident was that we are all upstanding citizens, with own businesses and deep community involvements. Anyone who would look at us would know we meant no troublein fact everyone who walked by our picnic spot asked how they could get invited.
Reporting us to the police on a false charge of public disturbance was a spiteful and vindictive act done by someone who must be living in hell.
Tibetan Buddhists believe that 70% of our physical illness is caused by our own negative emotions, so Mr. Killjoy, you know who you are, get out of your dark intergalactic void and come dance in the moonlight, you are invited to join our party anytime, as long as you are friendly and nice.