MorningYouth-Say no to mourn

So there. This morning, in my glorious state of delirious mourning , I decided to write my morbid thoughts and share them. I agree it's rather ridiculous. I mean, why exactly would you want to read about how I brushed my teeth, and then proceeded to cry all over my organic whole wheat toast? Especially if the toast was buttered with creamy white Ayishire no salt butter. In today's time of all out savageness, when manners are considered preppy and not tying your shoelaces is thought of as proper fashion, butter has stayed sensible. And therefore, crying it off your toast is not really the right way to start your day.

Yesterday, I turned 19. Perhaps because I was born in the Winter I happen to have such a frigid view of the supposed wonderful world. The cold does strange things to people, they morph into shadows of the humans they are supposed to be. It is freezing here, in Johannesburg, South Africa. Whenever I mention that my fingers might fall off because of the one degree weather, Maharani tells me that when she was in England, it was minus 20 degrees. This dude asked me if I was born here, in Jozi, because I told him that we needed to start building insulated houses. People are deceived by the cheery sun, and the stunning sky, but seriously, I cannot even type properly, because it is so cold. One day, when I become president, hibernation will have to be added to the Constitution.

I do not know why, but I have this feeling that 19 is going to be cooler than 18. This is despite the fact that my 19th didn’t start very well, but I'll tell you all about that later. I know people say that age is just a number, but I am in mourning for my lost youth. I decided to name this blog, MorningYouth, because whatever age we may be in, whether it be the blossom of childhood or the cradle of ancientness, we will always celebrate the morning of our youths. The days fringed with excitement, tinged with opinionated anger and livened with delicious expectation. Here's to short lives that are full of love!

Ma'asalama and have a beautiful Jumáh
Zee Jay