As i lay here on my bed, sleep deprived and angry at the world, especially Japan (for cancelling the Bleach anime) my brain, which often decides to go about its own way completely disregarding my orders to stay in focus and obey, suddenly meanders towards a totally different topic, and since this being my first blog post i'm trying, but dismally failing to sound a like younger and more tanned, actually very tanned version of Hemmingway, a version 2.0 if you will, so please do pardon my grammatic errors and so forth... NOT.
Anyway, what my rogue mind was mulling over was the art of story telling, especially in the Southern Hemisphere, Southern Africa to be exact, it would appear that the seeds of the generations-X and Y have lost interest in passing that over to thier own offspring.
As a child growing up, my great grandmother as well as a few of my uncles and aunts used to tell me these fascinating stories of all sorts of mischievious and majestic creatures and characters of old, the likes of "bo hungwe le hungwane" along with numerous other enthralling tales, now i'm all grown up (not a day over 20 though, because i'm going to be young forever and immortal) and it would seem my fellow peers and I have taken that tradition and have tossed it smack dab in the middle of the earth's core, we don't tell our young ones about these incredibley vivid tales that were tailor made specifically for that purpose, is this perhaps why the kids these days grow up much quicker than thier years allow them to? Maybe because they lack the ammount of imagination that you the parentals were given the now seemingly rare pleasure of experiencing?
Anyway, it would appear that my brain as come to its senses again and is doing as i tell it to... Ah well *grabs handfull of sleeping meds*
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