Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I have come to realise that I have two "me's" living in this bod. Like non-identical inner twins. Let me introduce you to the way they behave: This morning an elderly, bent, shaky man with a white stick approached his begging place at the robots of a dangerously busy intersection. Enter 'me 1': who is moved by his plight, wants to move to Guguletu, live in a shack, get to know the valuable people who live there: to experience with them what they have to deal with daily. Me 1 somehow feels its wrong to be so blessed when others have nothing. 'Me 2' rudely pushes the compassionate twin aside and whispers of the crime, the dirt, the deprivation, the danger - and quickly gains supremacy: I am suddenly grateful for my house with its burglar guards; my local mall, my car and my lifestyle in general. And the very thought of pandering to me 1's idea is ridiculous. Later this morning: Lunch with new, but rapidly becoming dear, friends in an upmarket restaurant close to Cape Town; a venue rubbing shoulders with great boutiques; interesting shops; vibey people and Cinema Nouveau. "Ahhhh," thinks me 2, "I could SO do this every day! We should move here soon - like tomorrow." "It will be so great to start a completely new life style" For a while I was fooled into thinking the twins had found consensus. But no. As we drove home, the sight of the sun shining on the sea, the mountains rearing up on either side of the valley like the protective paws of a lion and our house tucked into those mountains, stirs 'me 1' into action. "Can I really leave all this behind? After all there are family ties, life long friends, generations of our history with this ugly little town with its beautiful bay." There are plenty more examples but you get my drift? I think I will name them - Me 1 = Dycot Me 2 = Tomy One of them has to go - or is this how things are?