Daily Diary

July 3rd

Dear Diary,

Today, I went to church. I like Sundays because somehow. church makes me happy. Mass today was good. There was a bible passage about the abundance of the harvest and the insufficiency of the labourers. And like always, the parson turned it into a query for funds. That aside, the sermon was a rich one — challenging us to be labourers in the Lord’s vineyard. I’d say that it meant more. Because after all, there’s no greater religion than human service.

I remembered this song I used to like as a child and so, I had to find it on YouTube. Now that I’m grown, I’ll dedicate it to my favorite person. It makes more sense now. “And I know it sounds so old, but Cupid got me on chokehold” — if only you could listen to “Cupid’s Chokehold” Maybe I like the song because it brings back the euphoria of younger days when the dead could still walk. I somehow miss those days when Trace was my only media for music.

By the way, I’ve always wondered why it’s exigent for women to have flat tummies. Because if we look keenly, there really are no people born with flat tummies. And why would you find a flat tummy sexy? I mean. Don’t we no longer love the perfect imperfections John Legend sang about? Well, fuck that. I love the extra grain of fat I find on any normal human being’s tummy. Maybe that’s the only normal that isn’t boring to me. Unflat tummies.

Why does society think that men and women can’t have a genuine friendship? It’s also as a result of the propagation of falsehoods on the world wide web. They say our parents didn’t do it. But they are the same people who do a lot of things our parents didn’t do. So, it must change only when it comes to boy-girl relationships? What am I supposed to do with my bestie now? Declare my “feelings” for her? Because according to the public eye, there must(there should) be something going on between us.

Some days, I get under. But I’ve learnt to accept that there are ups and downs. Maybe we need the rainy days to better appreciate the days of sun?

Dear Diary, keep my thoughts as secret as news can be…