The scorching affair begun on April 2011. There was a new craze in town, a DVD named the ‘secret’. I had finally managed to persuade my father to give me money to buy the DVD after a series of impressive power point presentations, explaining to my dad why he shouldn’t buy bread for a week and should instead, give me money to buy the ‘secret’. Two hours after getting the DVD I learnt what the secret was.
See just like there is a law of gravity, there is a law of attraction which basically means we attract everything that is in our lives with our thoughts. My fifteen year old self was in bliss. I had finally uncovered the key to end all life’s troubles. I then made a list of everything that I wanted to attract not because I’m smart or dedicated but because that is what the DVD asked me to do. Among the 20 items on the list I will only mention 3 to avoid unnecessary OMG-I-want-to-disappear type of embarrassment.
The first thing on my list was to start going to the gym not just putting the work out gear and sitting in the house as I usually do, but to truly head to the gym. The first one week I was actually going to the gym without miss, while mentally sprouting the quotes that I wrote down from watching the ‘secret’ like “energy flows where attention goes” and my favorite “ask! Believe! Receive!” I often forgot myself and ended up shouting these quotes while doing jumping jacks, I don't have to tell you it was an embarrassing experience. The second week, I slipped and fell from my balcony to the garden, the grass softened the fall but I still broke a rib. That is a story for another day but in short the gym was no longer an option.
The second thing on my list was getting a boyfriend with at least six pack abs, although eight or 11 pack abs was preferable, he was also supposed to be mature and polite. Since I was temporarily disabled due to my fractured rib, I thought an eight/eleven pack boyfriend was something to focus on and would even help me heal faster. Turns out I was wrong; it did not help me heal faster. See I had guys approach me but they were either wearing a protective layer over their six/eight/eleven pack abs or they had the eight/eleven pack abs but would say things like ”hey shawty, you looking fine ma, can I have your number or something” The latter often left me with headaches and therefore slowed my healing process.
The third thing on my list was to travel. I did travel alright, from home to the hospital every Saturday for check-ups. So it is either I was not specific with my thoughts or I did not believe in them because the law of attraction played me dirty.
