Chapter: 2 - (Semi) Prefix - 'THE END'
‘THE END’
By RubyS
favourite, ‘Flava of the week’, or cup of tea for that matter. I’m more of a coffee drinker anyway.
Eccentric is, more than likely, the one-word definition used to sum me up. However, my opinion is
that the word itself leaves too much to the imagination, or assumption or both. On the up side
however, it does also create a broader scope, allowing for a more creative, if not prodigious definition
of a person presenting an alternative or different type of characteristic traits than what is considered to
be ‘normal’ characteristic type of behaviour.
I am by no means your average, garden variety, run of the mill human BEAN. I was , as a child,
often told that I am full OF beans, if that counts for anything ... But then again, what in the world
would that even count for? For beanstalk Jack maybe? Or as the most important ingredient for bean
soup? Jelly-Beans? Again as an ingredient, but for farts? - ‘you are full of beans’, people say. Yet
I’M strange!?
I know that I do lean more to the one peculiar side, and as my mother has said just moments ago,
Fascinating. No. That’s not exactly true. What she actually said was, ‘My girl, you certainly are
fascinating. You have fascinated me from birth’ – um, thanks? ... I think.
As you (if you) read on, you will form your own conclusions about who RubySage is, and whatever
those conclusions might be, you will be right. Because I really am a bit of everything and I like it that
way. It keeps life interesting! However, who I am doesn’t matters half as much as what I am about.
So, with that in mind and in the hopes that you would rather draw you conclusion(s) based on the
latter, I will tell you a very little bit about who I am.
I am a survivor of life. I have survived more than my fair share of ‘unfortunate’ events throughout
my life journey. Things that were meant to shake me, break me, hurt me, kill me, destroy my spirit,
smother my soul and make this human ‘bean’ (being) nothing but a shell. Instead, what these
unfortunate events, (a lot self inflicted I might add) did do, was make me adamant to ‘prove the world
wrong’. I was misunderstood more than I was difficult or rebellious. I experience life just as
everyone else does... perhaps a little bit louder, brighter, faster and I do tend to bite off bigger chunks
than I can chew without chocking.
Speaking of which, contrary to popular belief, I am not a loose woman. I AM, however, loose with
my vocabulary and grammar. Actually..., on second thoughts, maybe loose, isn’t exactly the right
word to use. I would rather say imaginative and creative. Yes! That’s exactly how I would explain
my loose grammar (should I ever have to... like now).
I consider myself to be well versed in a vast variety of subjects – subjects into which I have poured
my life. And without running the risk of sounding boastful, I will provide you the names of only two
(of the many) well known and hugely respected schools that I have had the privilege of attending.
The first being USL (Universal School of Life) and the second, (post grad.) USHK (Universal School
of ‘excessively’ Hard Knocks) – I have not graduated as yet, for two simple reasons:
1. There is still much to learn and I AM a bit of a slow learner and:
2. I’m not dead. Life is forever presenting new opportunities to learn something new and I am
curious by nature.
Being a fulltime student of life, I must admit that I do have many accomplishments of which I am
immensely proud. For instance, and I do believe this is the greatest one of all, is the masterpiece that
is so advanced that it has taken longer to be utilised than I would have hoped for. But I keep
reminding myself that Rome was not built in day and this is largely still a work in progress. I have
created my very own unique, incredibly creative and colourful language that I refer to as
mylingoeez. This is a language derived from a combination of everyday broken English, ‘proper
slang’ and also a combination of words with which you may be familiar such as: Looty, Thing-a-ma-
bobbie, WhatCH-A-ma-call-IT, Thing-a-ma-giggy etc.
I have the greatest love for using words as an elaborate and deeply fulfilling way for expression. And
I do believe that expression is that manifestation of ones will. However, as life isn’t always the way
we first dreamt it to be, I never did have the privilege of furthering my education, hell, and I hardly
managed to finish high school!
Of course I wanted to study … I was going to ‘be somebody’, but got dealt a more challenging hand –
One that I don’t regret experiencing btw (by the way).
I am blessed with an incredible curiosity, stubborn tenacity and ravenous hunger to know more about
everything and self taught myself to do pretty much anything I put my mind to. Now many would say,
‘well that explains a lot’, and I can’t help but agree wholeheartedly. I do screw up many a thing-ama-
bobbie, which I often find is hilarious * nervous giggle* and of course, when told I can’t, there is no
maybe... I simply have to prove the contrary. Could be that I’m a factory reject type problem...but I
highly doubt it. I’ll tell you why. First off, my mother isn’t a factory, and there is no way a perfect
angel such as MY Mom could make anything faulty (unless she dropped me on my head as a baby
and has kept mum about it...).
I can guarantee that you will most certainly come across a few words, phrases, idioms and all sorts of
thingys that are, by no means, the correct use of the English language. And I especially know this
thanks to my very patient, very brave and very clever editor AND mentor.
So now, you have been warned. Therefore, none of that snooty, ‘I’m better than you because my
framed piece of paper with a stamp on it says so’, blabber bullshit. Don’t misunderstand me ...I only
say that because I actually REALLY DO admire, respect and am ever so slightly envious of all you
clever and learnED folk. Truth be told, I’ve always wanted to be you – but soon you are going to
want to be me! And also do things back to front, Like a Boss!
I used to feel very small in a big world filled with very intellectual, well spoken and highly respected
(and rightfully so), educated big boys and girls. Until the day that, that ended and was replaced by the
beginning of … drum roll please...
To be continued...
