Sometimes you’re just out partying with the boys and girls getting dead drunk and enjoying yourself to the fullest, completely forgetting that you’re on trial for the murder of your beloved girlfriend over a year ago, when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, some random walks up to you and reminds you that a good chunk of the world thinks you’re a piece of nasty.
Now I can’t speak for either party in this case but when trying to imagine the scenario our ‘blade runner’ and his supposed adversary found himself in, it’s easy to let one’s imagination run wild.
According to an article I stumbled upon, Oscar Pistorius was reported to be out with friends clubbing, as people on trial tend to be after a long winded court case has been postponed [yet again], when a presumably unknown man approached him and started bugging him with the same questions everybody is dying to ask the infamous athlete.
Unfortunately Mr Pistorious didn’t have his trusty attorney out on the town with him, leaving the supposedly intrusive questioning from Jared Mortimer free to be voiced. Needless to say, the Blade runner was left with nothing but alcohol fuelled dialogue and a deep regret at thinking the world would leave him alone while he awaits the news of his fate.
As unfortunate of a situation the guy seems to find himself in, I can’t help but think that maybe he shouldn’t be going on about how he ‘regrets going into the public place to invite unwanted attention’ when he’s currently still on trial. Whether he is guilty or not, being all emotional on the stands isn’t going to cut it if you don’t at least sell it in your everyday life.
Of course, he could just be trying to party his troubles away; just in case. But even so, he should rather keep the parties home, where randoms aren’t invited and scandals can [hopefully] be avoided. After all, it’s not like it isn’t the first time he’s in the spot light.
Then again, we could blame the curious businessman for wanting to confront Mr Pistorious about his trial. But the guy was just being human, a curious creature by design, and his actions aren’t too different from what many people would do if given the opportunity.
But let’s be real for a moment; you can’t expect a quiet night of clubbing when you’ve spent the past few months allowing your personal dirty laundry to be broadcast worldwide, especially when it’s the taxpaying randoms who are being forced to pay for that laundry to be scrubbed ever so thoroughly clean.