Proud
So the bokke won the world cup last night, a few of us went to Neighbourhood (a newish place on Long Street) and had a really awesome time. Rather a few awesome things happened which I’ll touch on before the main story:
I almost died. There was such chaos on Long after the game that while I was walking through the crowd and this massive Hilux came out of nowhere and almost flattened me, I put my hands on the bonnet and it pushed me back a little before stopping. Thank Christ I was drunk or I would have been much more scared.
A little later in the night I can remember walking down the middle of the road (as one does whilst drunk) and a nicely pimped out BMW did a massive burnout right past me, awesomeness.
I had an eight rand boerie and onion roll at a little after 2 am.
Last and certainly not lease, I made myself very, very proud. Prepare for bloated story!
Seeing that I was in a relationship from about the age of 18 to 22 and a half, I missed out a major chunk of learning time where I should have been out and about meeting random girls, learning how to talk to people I don’t know etc.
This is now a major league scary prospect to me.
Replace scary with “terrifying”.
So anyway at Neighbourhood there’s this really cute waitress. We saw her there last week and all of the guys had something nice to say about her. She’s not super pretty and she doesn’t have an amazing body. But there’s just something about her, she always looks happy.
Fairly late in the night, after the rugby when things were cooling off (and I was a bit drunk) I ended up walking past her in a doorway somewhere. So about 2 steps after walking past I was like – HEY!
HEY HEY HEY! Dude, stop being a loser! So I calmly went back to her and said
“Hey…”
“You did a really great job tonight, thanks for putting up with us with a smile on your face.”
And she was like “Hehe, thanks!”
Then I walked away.
Something that’s taken me my whole life to figure out, but that I’m slowly realising now is that life isn’t about huge accomplishments. It’s the little victories that really make a difference on the inside (as lame as that sounds). Sure if I had hooked up with the cute waitress all my friends would look at me and be like “damn… nice work.” but for me, I couldn’t be more happy with my little victory.
