A Tinder Scare

You know that feeling when you play around in the dark, waiting to scare someone… and then suddenly you hear some silent footsteps coming your way? It’s like those horror movies where some poor idiot goes to a haunted house to “have some fun”… only to really come face to face with a floating white blanket with two holes in it… with some dark yellow eyed demon inside???

I really want to rewatch Oculus, and I want to watch the Conjuring 2. Just not now on my own. I get easily scared. But I digress.

Anyway, last night I was rather bored. And, admittedly, kinda lonely. So I randomly (quite randomly) downloaded Tinder as I laid in my warm, comfy bed. Everytime I’ve been bored today I just went on it and “swiped left or right”. All just for fun, of course (I have to be really bored to find this entertaining, I know). Not to actually talk to someone.

And now just as I want to go to bed I got a “match”. She seems decent, and the info she gives is actually funny:

I like
Series
Movies
Lists
Mass homicides
Intelligent people

Wait… one of these aren’t like the others…
Yeah nevermind I don’t like lists AS much

But suddenly I had that ghost feeling of “Umm okay I didn’t actually expect this”. But what am I talking about anyway? I haven’t even messaged her. It’s just suddenly the whole idea of conversation with a stranger, perhaps meeting her, the inevitable disappointment or… what’s worse… the commitment. Damn! My mind always gets carried away with everything.

This girl seems nice. Perhaps I should message her?

 

 

But all the things that could go wrong…

Mense met Fiemies Ruin Als

Een van die dinge in die lewe wat my irriteer is oppervlakkigheid. Nie in ‘n normale sin nie (dit pla  my ook), maar as dit kom by klein dinge.

Wil jy regtig eerder gaan bad as om ‘n maansverduistering te sien? Wil jy regtig rondfok in die kombuis as om hierdie goeie storie te volg? So what as ons laat eet, enjoy hierdie. So what as jy laat gaan bad, hierdie is beeldskoon.

Ek het netnou ‘n storie gelees van ‘n Amerikaner wat op ‘n first date gegaan het met ‘n meisie. Hulle het Guardians of the Galaxy 2 gefliek. En wat doen sy? Sy tik op haar selfoon die heeltyd. Arme ou, hier wil hy sy gunsteling fliek deel met ‘n meisie… en al wat sy doen is om nie om te gee nie – dit moet hom die meeste pla – en deur hom te pla met die foon se liggie.
Toe gaan hy en dagvaar haar vir dit.

Ek meen come on, die fliek verveel jou dalk, maar terwille van hom maak asof jy dit like. Jou gevoelens vir daai ou is mos sterker as jou haat vir ‘n fliek?

Anyway, dis al wat wou sê. Sacrifice jouself ‘n bietjie vir iemand anders en jy sal sien dat jy daai persoon net meer en meer lief sal hê as wat jy selfsugtig is en hom onderbring met jou irritasie.

Dit tel vir jou eie geluk ook as dit kom by net jouself: jy speel dalk DOTA en jy “moet” aanspeel tot die einde, anders gee hulle jou ‘n penalty. My antwoord is… “so what?”. Ek WIL nie NOU aan speel nie. Gee my die penalty, ek mind nie.

Of soos gisteraand was daar een stupid steam game wat ek wou aflaai. Maar eers vanaf 12 uur die aand het ek night data. Ek kan opbly vir nog ‘n uur en dit dan aflaai, maar ek wil nie. So screw dit. Ek gaan nou slaap, de hel met die game.

Sulke mentaliteit maak jou vry van allerhande valse verpligtings. Jy WIL dit speel. Jy HOEF nie. Die oomblik wat dit jou irriteer, gaan uit! Maak jouself vry van hierdie stupid digitale ding voor jou. Of iemand wie ek ken wat hou van hardloop, wat sal moun oor hoe sy die volgende oggend vroeg moet opstaan. Ek het geen simpatie vir dit nie. Jy HOEF nie op te staan nie. Jy WIL. Los dit as jy wil.

In kort: een ding: prioriteite. Sit die ou van wie jy hou bo jou haat vir Marvel flieks. Sit ‘n maansverduistering bo jou roetine. Skuif ‘n bietjie jou planne uit, maak tyd. En vir jou eie issues: maak duidelik wat nodig is en wat nie nodig is nie. Dit wat nie nodig is nie moenie ‘n hou vas op jou hê nie!

When is it Just to Kill?

I understand murder to be the taking of an innocent life without just cause. Shooting down a hijacked plane which would otherwise crash into a building would classify as just cause. Aborting a baby because it has some cancer which will kill both him and his mother is just cause. Killing German soldiers to rescue Jews during WW2, even if they don’t participate in any torture, is just cause.

But what about more domestic cases? I watched two films this year which made me really consider this.

I don’t know the name of the first one, though I hope someone can tell me what it is. It concerns a husband and wife adopting two boys. They were very abusive to the children. They always viewed the older boy with suspicion, limiting his freedom, verbally and physically abusing him, downgrading him and eventually sending him off to live under other parents. In the meantime the younger one, though he loved his brother, was mostly respected, though also controlled. After the older one was sent away, they adopted a new child. Then they started treating the second child, the one who watched his brother being beaten, with the same disrespect, abuse and control as the first. Every aspect of his life was being determined by them, with constant psychological and physical abuse.

Then this boy had to make a choice: he could either leave his foster parents like the older child, or… You see if he leaves, then he leaves his now younger, innocent brother to the same curse he had: abuse and eventual replacement. He can’t just leave him. What could he do? So he murdered his foster parents.

The second film whose name I also forgot, though I think it’s something along the line of “Family Sins” concerned a mother who adopted a number of children through the years. She would abuse them, let her son and husband rape them, and teach them how to shoplift. In one case, she locked up a woman in a basement for years at night, allowing her out during the day to do chores, while psychologically convincing her that it is for her own good. That poor woman’s daughter was one of the victims of the house as well. She eventually got a child while in the house. Both she and her mother were also raped by the house woman’s husband and son. What could she do? If she leaves, no one would believe her. Everyone who wants to leave is intimidated by threats to stay. Can she leave her mother? What about her child? Eventually she took a chance, got out, and amazingly managed to convict them by getting former victims to confess in court.

At one point in the film her brother was tied up and beaten by the woman and her son, with the intention of killing him, because he wanted to leave. The girl who got out eventually saw this and managed to convince them to leave him alone. At that moment I thought: “I would not hesitate to take a blunt object, knock out the son and kill the woman right there and then. They can lock me up, at least we’re free”. Would that have been fair? Would that have been just? Later in the movie while the woman is sitting in jail before the court case, they show how she already controlled a number of inmates whom she allowed to beat up her daughter locked up with her. If this woman was sent to prison, wouldn’t she be a bad influence in there as well? What, then? Solitary confinement?

She was eventually sentenced to thirty years. Her son and husband were sentenced for less. Is that just? Wouldn’t it have been just to kill those three? Or to execute them? Would that have been just?