Arachnophobia is being shit scared of spiders. In all honesty, I think it is a basic human condition, we should all be. However, to diagnose it as a phobia in all cases would be incorrect. Yes, I am sure that there are people that are struck down with fear and yes they need help, but I am assuming that this would be a formal condition, diagnosed by a professional, over time with a plan of action going forward.
Any phobia is a serious thing. I remember running onto the rugby field and almost pissing my pants because the opposition was twice my size. You never get use to that feeling and it never gets better. I still remember my first rugby game against a “black team” in 1993. It was the first Black/White game in our city. Yes, I was shit scared at the beginning of the game (but that was normal for me), and maybe I had a little Xenophobia.
However, in sport there are rules and laws and if you want to participate, you need to follow them. You trust the other team to do the same. If you don't trust the other team, you trust the ref. In short, the offering is structured and you know what to expect. The fear does not disappear, but you know that you can apply your skills with confidence.
However, during the length of this game, the referee continually missed offenses from both teams. Maybe he was shit scared? It resulted in frustration and aggravation and both teams took matters' into their own hands.
We all need to play by the same rules. It is however inevitable that if the ref don’t apply the rules and laws as written that people will take matters into their own hands. We almost lost that game and I am 100% sure we lost the fight.
Please apply the law as it is written and make sure that when you write a law that you have the manpower and infrastructure to implement it, alternatively, the people will.
PS: “I write it like I see it” Welcome to comment below if you agree or disagree – thanks a mil. Ek dink in plat Afrikaans maar tik in Engels sodat almal kan verstaan wat ek sê.
So as jy hier wil kom bly, volg die reels anders hoort jy nie hier nie, hak jou goed af en ry, anders gaan die mense dit vir jou doen. Moet ook dan nie kanse vat nie, want jy gaan die fight verloor pappie. As jy my nie vertsaan, gaan kyk n rugby game of twee.
So ja my maat, doen n slag iets and druk die flippen knoppie. Druk gerus op like, tweet of share onder
According to Wikipedia I am a White South African
According to Wikipedia I am a White South African. It continues saying and I quote: “It is a term which refers to people from South Africa who are of European descent and who do not regard themselves, or are not regarded as being part of another racial group, for example, as Coloured."
So, yip I am a white South African male and Yes, I have not moved to Australia, New Zealand, England or any other country….YET! So I am not an Expat, but some of my school friends are.
It is a weekday and I am braaing chops. R75 per kg at Spar, special price. I braai as often as I can, mainly because whiskey and a beer goes very well with a braai and it is the AFRIKANER thing to do, or being politically correct, it is an AFRICAN thing to do. We are all Africans in Africa unless you are a white male, then affirmative action applies.
My dad was a teacher. Taught me how to braai. Later I realized that I liked it medium rare, he liked it well done, but for the first 18 years of my life I only knew well done chops, so what was the difference? I didn’t know any better. Nor did I know anything about Nelson Mandela, the ANC and apartheid until the 1994 election.
Tonight I will braai my chops well-done! In memory of my dad. No, he’s not dead, still “with us”, but he has alzheimers. Looking at him I sometimes wonder if he’s stuck in 1976. They say the 70’s were the best decade to be alive. I’m thinking that black South Africans would disagree? Is it therefore “politically correct” to say that the 70’s were the best years?
I gaze into the flames (sipping on whiskey) and think back on the week, the half week, the month, the year, the past 5 years, the past 10 and so on. For some reason I remember more people, old friends sitting next to me, agreeing with glee, some drunker that others. I miss my old friends, even if they were full of shit.
That said, braaing chops well done is not easy. You need to “forget” about turning them and keep adding salt. Maybe my dad would be better at this? Just add salt to the problem and forget about turning it. This was the way they solved problems in the 80’s
Maak my sommer die moer in dat iemand ooit kon gedink dat dit reg was.
Ek dink in plat Afrikaans maar tik in Engels sodat almal kan verstaan wat ek sê. Ek skryf elke week iets nuut so kom gerus terug.
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