As a Man Thinketh in His Heart, So is He

I was asleep not long ago,  when these green-clad men, four of them, and a woman, showed up outside my cave, and woke me up.
Their uniforms identified then as members of the Table Mountain National Parks service, and I was not particularly surprised to see them, especially... at the moment.
I greeted them politely and they returned the greeting then told me to get up, and then we went through the 'I-am-trying-to-intimidate-you' routine where I was, apparently, supposed to show fear so they would take me to a place as far away as Khayelitsha and then dump me there so I would not bother their 'natural' environment.
But I do not scare, and many people have taken my natural politeness as cowardice, but I have learnt from an early age that it is best with strangers to always remain civil, because speech in such matters betrays a lot.
Anyway, the upshot was that I ought to leave, and they, with me helping, sealed up the cave with rocks, and, as happens when I am actually DOING anything, I started singing -since I enjoy labour - and as I hauled up some very big rocks that they had to roll, as if they were babies, I sensed a change in the mood.

When I asked the biggest one of them, who did not come anywhere near my height, what time it was, and this was the one who had said I had 'plenty of places that I must go to today'; he replied civilly enough that it was only 09:20 am, and I would have plenty of time to do what I wanted because it was early in the day.

Funny. I thought THEY had planned my day for me already.

But they were only four of them, and I have reached a point where I am quite ready to mangle people with my bare hands if need be, and as I have discovered, my rage is easily discernible if anyone takes any time to stick around me for longer than, say, ten minutes. It is getting worse now. I am unable to hide things as I used to.

Anyway, I walked down the mountain, and decided the library was a good place to go, then the beach, and then, later, the mountain, because the cave I was staying in was actually the one this other guy I spoke of used to stay in, but he left a while ago, presumably to go to Zimbabwe, [I think it was because of me, because I KNOW there doesn't exist a person that is as terrifying as I am, and anyone who tends to want to get familiar with me soon finds that out] so my place, which is more inaccessible and less visible, is still ... untouched.

So, here I am, hungry, with my food in my bag, uncooked, and thirsty, with coffee and sugar and no fire, and I will have to wait till late afternoon to walk up again, and in the meantime I am asking myself if this  can not be taken as a lesson in life;-

MUST I always be so... unaccommodating?

Why not make room for ... others... and just live and let live?

Now, yesterday, when I wrote my post about what I wanted, I was not under any obvious ... pressure. Things were not going badly for me, see?

But I decided that I wanted things a certain way, and you know that, "as a man thinketh in his heart", someone wrote in Proverbs, "so is he", and I was expressing my ... wishes..., about what I wanted done and HOW it must come to be.

And I have the ... advantage... over all of you that God Himself told me to "Be yourself" and therefore, what I... think... as what is acceptable to me is acceptable to Him, which means, what I WANT is what is going to get done.

So, people are REALLY going to die, AS I said.


How does wacko's song go?:-

and the whole world
will have to answer right now
and show you what I mean
WHO'S BAD?

Fuck, I like the boots on wackos's feet, and I am certain BLACK suits me.

Black with black coat likje Wesley snipes in blade, and THE BLADE, yes, only Japanese, a genuine katana blade.

Or Two of them, in the leather sheaths, both that I can handle in either hand, like that dude in R. Kelly's video,  now WTF is its name?


mmh, I will see if it is on You Tube:-

Yeah, THAT guy.