Speak to the hand

My asshole is full. Gatvol, literal translation: gat (ass or hole) vol (full). Try pronounce it: gaaat-fall. With a guttural ‘g’. Meaning ‘very fed-up or irritated’. It is a South African word, derived from the Afrikaans language, but widely used by all Saffers. Look up Saffer yourself.

I apply energy, with supposed good intentions, delivering up both beautiful and very very bad consequences. I know this:  if I tried less to control my environment and tried more to manage my behaviour, my Contented and Chilled Level would increase. Yawn. Go stare at the sun.  Instead, I have half a glass, feel at one with the universe, finish the bottle, start feeling like I don’t have a handle on the situation at all, take a pill, go to sleep, wake up tired and start applying myself all over again.

But truly, I am gatvol. My eye-balls push up into my frontal cortex. I’ve got a headache, can’t think; I want to watch back-to-back episodes of The Good Wife and go to sleep. All by myself. And dream for a very long time. And don’t tell me I will feel better tomorrow, that I should stop playing the victim, or worse, that I am a wonderful human being and doing the best I can. As I said, my asshole is full.

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4 Thoughts to “Speak to the hand”

  1. Your writing is so irreverent – bravo!

  2. Shawn

    Romans 15:13 “Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.” ~ KJV

  3. Shawn

    I like the good wife too……

  4. So your ass is full , that doesn’t leave me with space for too many encouraging words today. And so instead i’m going to mention that I’m gatvol too… Literally! I’m officially filled with shit ( won’t expand on that one). Back to you though my gatvol friend, think an emotional enema should do the trick! Xxx

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