While walking to campus today I noticed that people were staring at my feet and laughing. I thought the were laughing at my shoes but it turns out they were laughing at my socks, you see I was late and since I haven’t done my laundry since early may I pulled out the socks I haven’t worn since 2005, they are whitish and have holes in them, plus I was wearing black shoes and a black trousers making my whitish old socks even more visible. I didn’t mind at all those who know me know that I don’t really care about how I look, In fact I usually wear nothing but my boxers in summer and my high school track suit in winter plus I’ve been blessed with striking good looks so even though people usually laugh at me deep down they are saying, damn what a pretty boy AQUILOGY is why wasn’t I blessed with striking good looks like him.
Any who I’m not here to talk about how hot I am that would would just be so vain, I’m here to talk about how broke I am. Being broke is nothing new to me, hell i live in the Townships, my mother is a Maid and my father works at the butcher so I know poverty even though my parent tried hard to hide the fact that we’re poor from my sister and I. I’m used to being broke but today, I realized just how broke I am. I have a student account that I never use, I instead put all my money in my underwear drawer( I don’t wear undies so i had to find a function for that drawer) Today I went to check how much cash I had and guess what? I’m left with R10,30cents and I’m fine with it, i don’t know why but being broke doesn’t bother me like it used to. Since I have the last R10 in my pocket I don’t know what am I going to do with it, I want to do something special with it and the only thing i can think of is to buy beer, maybe I do have a problem. I don’t want to borrow money from anyone I still owe my well-off friends R200 and they haven’t asked for it back so I’m probably not going to pay them back. My sister is busy looking for a new Job plus she’s trying to pay off her tuition so I won’t be bothering her. My mother is worried because my dog, who’s been with us for eight and a half years, is sick and she can’t afford to take it to the vet so I won’t be bothering her too.
It’s really all my fault that I’m broke, I should seriously looked for a part-time job but instead I was busy blogging and going to House parties.