Life , Chance and Faking It

I haven't written a blog in quite sometime. Many excuses can come to mind. But they are what they are. Excuses. Excuses are the order of the day now. It sounds politically correct to call them reasons. There was a reason the budget was passed late. There was a reason I supported PMB over GEJ. There was a reason why I drank a bottle of Star Raddler and there is definitely a reason I am ordering a Guiness stout now. There is always a reason or an excuse. Wow, all I wanted to say was I had not written in a long time. Writing is really like a walk in the park. It requires very little conscious thought. At least, not much when not writing a book like "Born on a Tuesday" or "Kane and Abel". I am sure a lot has happened in that long time. Met love and lost. Made money and spent. Had parties i probably did to keep appearance. Had a landmark election that has left so many Nigerians disillusioned. I wish I had blogged my thoughts at that time and compare them to my present mood. How fast our feelings change. I probably won't believe I wrote whatever I would read. I guess it is a good thing I didn't chronicle the events. Let my feelings at the time remain as blurry as the current government policies. This is not about politics. I believe I can hear all that when I sit in Sammies or at Dove resort. Dove is my recently discovered melting pot. They used to have a crane which just died. they still have a monkey they call Henry and a parrot which happily doesn't have a name. These days you could hear and learn unverifiable policies about politics everywhere. All Nigerians are now economists and policy strategists. I alread said this was not about politics so let me not get lost. Not even sure what it's all about. Let's just call it life and chance. I just made that up. Talk about thinking on your feet. Well, I am sitting so I guess I was thinking on my butt with my feet probable taking a share of the thinking load. So, what about Life & Chance. Life is what we have to do what ever we have done up to that point. We learn, we dine, we love, we cry, we laugh, we get betrayed and we also betray people. Oh well, I never said I was a saint. I remember my life about six years ago. It was quite a divergence from now. What am I saying? My life six months ago was quite divergent from now. I think I am quite a melancholic person now compared to six years ago. I am not sure what personality type that is but it sure sounds like the right one. Not even sure if that is the sad one or the happy one or the indifferent one. I am not even sure there is an indifferent personality. I am probably less melancholic than I was three months ago. And less melancholic than I was about an hour ago. It only gets better I guess. I wonder what happens to you when melancholy goes completely. I am still not sure melancholy is the right personality. Feel free to check sanguine and I think there are two others. I am probably one of the two I seem to remember. I want to write this without reference to google so I won't bore you with the other two or what they really mean. Google has its strength but also a very strong weakness. Have you noticed that we have become lazy and can barely spell. I have seen people refer to former as formal, weather as whether and probably Trump as Tromp (I actually misspelt whether and had auto correct to do it right. Se what I mean). I just made the last one about Trump up. I am on fire. My butt really makes me think. I will always write henceforth while sitting. Thinking about it, do I write while standing? Does anyone ever write while standing? I won't be surprised though. It is a strange world out there. I mean isn't it strange Donald Trump is doing so well? Isn't it strange Bernie gave Hilary a tough time? Isn't it even strange I am typing this pointless article? So, it means some people somewhere probably stand and write. Maybe some cultures in some country far far away. Maybe even a culture here in Nigeria. With over 250 languages, the probability just seems fair enough. I still don't know what I am writing about. I really shouldn't be making that confession. I earlier said I was writing about "Life & Chance". Yet, I haven't thought much about that. Well, all I wrote so far is somewhere in my head which makes it about my life. I think I must have been missing the faking it part of my life. I must have read somewhere that life is about faking it till you make it. If you want to be a writer, then fake it. If you want to be a sales man, then fake it. If you want to be the president, then fake it. That has happened a lot in Nigeria. I know a lot of presenters who probably faked it and we now believe they went to a school of journalism mostly far far away. I am not sure I know a president who did that successfully though. Oh well, like I said, it's a strange world out there. So, what should I fake to improve my chance on life? Here comes chance in my story. I really didn't plan that. Now, my title is "Life, Chance & Faking It". That seems more catchy. Now my blog has some life it. It is like splashing a dab of orange on a dull painting. I love orange. I don't know why. I find a reason to use it in my presentations, my articles and even my paint choices. Surprisingly, I have only one orange shirt and I bought it by chance. That's chance again coming in by chance. I guess life is about chance and faking it. Maybe life is about faking it and chance. The order seems to matter. You have to have something to fake when the chance comes I guess. The second sounds better. Faking it is like preparation meeting the opportunity. Opportunity now sounds like chance. I understand if you are confused now. I am writing without thinking much. Since I am writing without thinking, I just told myself I should stop. I would understand if you don't enjoy this blog. Like everything in life, it is obviously pointless and fake.