Wasted

I really need to stop delaying writing a blog post because all the cool lines I think of mid-inspiration leave me. So stressful.

Anyway, I've recently discovered the rooftop of the building I'm staying in. The same building I am forced to vacate in less than two weeks now. I'm so mad at myself for only finding this gem now. I feel like I've wasted so many fun times because I've been busy with other silly things.

What's annoying though is that I'm pressed for time and I now have to squash a whole year's worth of rooftop fun into a couple of days. The pressure. There are SO many things I want to do up there. So far I've only been there once. I sat and watched the sunset and danced and... other stuff. I was in the zone. It was so lovely, I'm trying to introduce it to everyone I know. They are nowhere ready.

I think today I'll go up there and read. I tried to go watch the stars alone last night. Pretty ambitious because a. Can one even see the stars in Johannesburg, what with all the carbon monoxide forming a thick ring in the air? And b. I have to take the pigeon infested staircase in the dark and I'm afraid of all the sleeping birds. So at night I'll go with a partner, and during the day I'll go and hit quiet time. With the traffic being the perfect sound track.

Quiet time is so beautiful and I think everyone should do it. Like, just be alone. Everything is fine when you're alone. Your bad breath? It's cool. Messy bed? Okay. Stale bread you're too lazy to throw out? Whatever man. Anything goes. Until someone knocks on your door and suddenly you feel like you're living in a pigsty. Uhh, but you were okay with it a second ago though. Society standards. But that's a whole other article. 

So that's my rooftop sob story. How I've wasted it and how I plan on using what's left. Should be fun. And this rain isn't going to stand in my way. 

Check this picture I took when I was up there. 

Take care,

Ntsa