Fun Fact Friday: The Fucks

You know all those posts and pics that state the damn obvious? LOOK AT ALL THE FUCKS I DON’T GIVE

Well this is what this post is about,kinda but it’s about all the fucks I DO give

Please can someone explain to me how the human race can just not care? Like how is it ok to just pretend? That someone that mattered so much last week no longer means a damn thing? Like how is it just ok to not care about your own personal time that you’ve invested into that person and that relationship? Like how are you ok just letting go? Someone somewhere put in effort,time; hell,someone even sacrificed sleep. Fuckin sleep. That shits important! You know someone is invested when they’ve willingly chosen you over sleep. How is this all ok? You put in the effort and then just FUCKALL!!!! Like nothing,not even a fuckin reason. Just gone. Nothing. No explanation. No reason for why your effort wasn’t enough. No why to your questions. Just ignoring you. No one deserves this. No one deserves a shit stained hankie at the end of a long day. You know what we need? A fuckin hug! A fuckin reason! A why. Like when did it become ok to just toss someone aside just because you smaak to. Just because it’s too much for you. When did feelings become so disposable? When did actually investing time become a waste? Hell, I get it – it’s all about sex and the easy route but seriously? Feelings people! Feelings! Feelings! This upsets me so much because it is not ok. Here you go throwing someone aside just coz you don’t smaak. The time and effort wasn’t worth it. The way you felt last week has changed completely because this week you just don’t want to deal with whatever or whoever this person is right now and you know that they’ll be there,waiting because they value the effort and time it took to build something. Even if it’s nothing to you,it means something to them and it’s not fair. To them. To the next. We wonder why people are so guarded. It’s because they know what it feels like. To be stepped on. To be used. To be packed up and put away until a more convenient time. Isn’t that what it’s about? Convenience? Just being able to put certain parts of your life on hold because it is just not a convenient time?
How do you think we feel? Knowing that we are just a substitute? Like a sweetener when the real deal sugar isn’t around? Do you think we like it? Do you think it’s ok?

Our country has already gone to shit and it seems our citizens are just following suit. I fear for our future. It is bound to get worse. We hurt. We feel. It is not ok. It never will be. Karma is a bitch but so is the person you’re packing away.

We all deserve a little more. We all deserve more than, “not right now.”


Good Day Folks,
Before I start this post I would just like to acknowledge a few things

– I am sure there are only a handful of people who have subscribed to this blog so you might be the only people to read this. I haven’t yet made my mind up whether I will share it with my Facebook page #sensitiveinformation
– What I’m about to share is something that many people may know and then there are some that won’t
– This is not an attention seeking post. It is not a sympathy post. It is honest
– There will be some information in this post that will shock you, so if you’re easily offended, friend or not,then please stop reading.
– This is a judgement free zone. I do accept comments or emails
– This is my blog. My heart. Don’t like what I say or how I say it? Then please fuck off. I am not here to please you. This is an outlet for me. I am no longer surrounded by my friends and it’s hard not being able to just talk to them. Skype,BBM, Facebook messenger or even WhatsApp is just not the same.
– There will be imagery
– I know many people don’t agree with me just exposing my life like this and I understand where you’re coming from but this is what I’m choosing to do to be ok,happy even
– I know I’ve spiked your curiosity and now you can’t wait but do yourself a favour,if you are just here to judge or to be ‘bis’, then please just scroll through until you get to the images, judge, then move the fuck along

                        *acknowledgement done*

This is me. Athena Mechay Japhta. My mom wanted to name me Lou-Anne but thank God she saw my now name in a magazine. Right now? I am 26. A single mom. Fighting. Some days are better than others. I do not feel sorry for myself. There are people much more worse off than me. I have come to accept my life. I still strive to make it better but know this; for a long time I was depressed,internally. I was that crazy happy girl but on the inside it was like I was living in a bath of acid. Everything was horrendous. Until recently that is. 26 and a switch flipped. I am happy and ok. Guess I’m officially a grown up. I am in debt. Major ball sucking debt. No way out. That’s my acid now. It’s my own fault really. I don’t earn enough to sustain my life and pay my debts so every month something goes unpaid so that I can pay something towards my debt. I need a way out but of course I don’t qualify for a loan. I have never had much patience but being a single parent has taught me that I have to be patient. No choice really. I do not hate my life but I do really wish I could just come home and sleep. I can’t even afford a simple R40 eyebrow wax. Know that I would never blame my daughter for anything. She is my all. I will go through life with bushy unkempt eyebrows if it means that she will have something to fill her belly. After I lost my virginity (in matric), I became somewhat of a whore. Slept with 5 guys in the space of a year. I am not ashamed. I wish I made better choices in my life. I wish I worked a bit harder. I just wish I was overall just better. People always thought I was a slut, that I must’ve lost my virginity at 12 or something – all based on the fact that I had a different boyfriend every other month. I never even kissed them. Had my first kiss at 12, on a camp. Slutty talk? I have always used my body to get attention from men. I don’t know why but I don’t feel worthy. I’ve never felt worthy. Like never. I don’t know where it comes from. Even up until recently. That’s what I do. I am slowly coming to terms with my body. I am so much bigger than what I would like. I just want a smaller tummy. Not much I’m asking for. And then I look so vrot today – no make up and hair is a mess. I have always felt a desire to be the best and I know it frustrates me that I just cannot seem to get that where my body is concerned. It’s the one part of my life I should be able to control. I can’t. I allow men to talk down to me because it is easier than standing up for myself or fighting back. I’m talking friends or even just acquaintances. I complain about it when they do. I even ignore the messages I get. I like having friends. I don’t feel intellectual. I feel that the only thing of value that I can contribute is my body. I provide my body and soul up for tarnishing because I don’t feel like I can hold a conversation. I don’t see why any man/boy would want to be in my presence if it wasn’t sex related. I am so broken because I allow it. I try to dig myself out of this hole but then I always get pushed back in. You can only ignore something for so long before you have to face it. I choose to laugh, to be one of the guys,to crack jokes and make those sexual remarks. I hide it. All. I don’t want to be like this and that is why I decided to do this post. I cut myself when I was younger. On the belly, wrists, vagina and breasts. I did not want to be me. I did not want to be here. I did not want to be Athena – even then. She was broken. She was ashamed. She was different. I wanted to be that girl. I wanted to be someone everyone liked but I wasn’t. I was a bitch. I am a bitch. I don’t get along with people because there is just too much. Too much everything. My depression has been replaced with failure. Failing at this mother gig. Failing to provide. Failing to make the right decisions at the right time. I choose to laugh. I choose to skim over or sweep under. I choose to pretend. I am ok. I will no longer be that girl who just cowers in the corner while life punches her in the chest. I will no longer be your side whore. I will value myself,because in valuing myself I am teaching my daughter that she is worth something. She is of value. She means something. It is ok to be different. It is ok to be you. Love you first. Put your dreams and goals and wishes right on the top of that list. You are important. Be independent and don’t make the same mistakes. Be somebody. Change the world and take no prisoners. It will take a while for me to slip out of my 26 year mentality. Constant reminders and daily affirmations. I will be ok. I am ok. It will be ok.








I miss it. Just being needed and wanted by someone besides my daughter. I miss the kissing, the sex,the holding, the conversations. I miss being someone’s other. I miss the ups and downs. I’m not saying I want a relationship, I just want a someone. A someone to be there, to be a companion. I don’t know if any of you remember that date I went on last year? Well, I think deep down in the darkest and most unknown part of my body, I still like him. I think of him. Dream of him. Miss him. Not a longing kinda miss,just a ‘i miss talking to you and being random together’. I haven’t told him and I don’t plan on telling him because it’s not important. And I know I’m not ready, not ready to share myself with someone else yet,in that way atleast. I know that sentence completely contradicts what this blog is about but I do miss it though – companionship. On our date, he held me – it was awesome. To be held. Do you have any idea what that feels like? To just be held. No expectations. After going years without any adult physical contact. We kissed of course. The hug was the best. I could’ve stayed there forever, and I hate cuddling so you know for sure missed it. I could crawl back into those arms. I could crawl back into those eyes. I could crawl back into that kiss. I could crawl because after all this time,it’s going to take alot for me to start walking.

          I miss companionship. I miss being a someone.




The Ban

Ok,that’s a bit much. Sounds hectic and it wasn’t. Last week Wednesday, I decided to get off social media for awhile and it is now (as I type) less than a week since I’ve made that decision. It is exactly 5 days since I made that decision.

Was it hard? Not really
Was it worth it? Yes

I will admit that I Instastalked on Saturday. Someone liked my pic and I was DYING to find out what pic they liked. I also relapsed on the WhatsApp side – I had to urgently send mother and father a message and then I chatted to my Uncle for a bit.

Did I want to check my Facebook while Insta relapsing? Not even a little bit.

I was on Facebook today but that’s coz I had to do something for the parentals. Also, I did blog,Pinterest and 9gag while I was on this ‘ban’. The ban was for things that I would be on CONSTANTLY – which was Facebook,Insta, WhatsApp and BBM. I also played games on my phone.

I will be honest, I didn’t really learn much but it was good. To not constantly feel the need to be available.

Would I do it again? Yes I would.
Do I think you should do it? Definitely

Good to be back though 👍

Series Saturday: 12 Monkeys

It’s still in the beginning phases,only episode 6 of season 1. It’s worth it though. It’s scyfy (think thats how people spell it). I’m not one for scyfy but this is good. There is a guy in there that I like – he is such a good actor but he is semi mediocre in this which is dissappointing. From the get go you hope that Cole finds what he needs. Episodr 6 is a tad bit boring,not the same juice as previous episodes. I’m going to watch episode 7 this weekend so I do hope that it’s alot of more juicy. Reminds me a bit of Orphan Black 😕

Do yourself a favour and check out the first 2 episodes. Get a feel for it. Let me know.

Have a great Saturday everybody!