It’s peculiar
Hi guys,
It’s me again. I have been blah for a while, but I am back to my normal self, whatever normal is. I remember when I was taking psychology at University, and we learned statistics and the norm, and I was like you are kidden right? I am not normal according to some analysis of a selected group of people! How absurd! That’s when I realized as a 19 year old that I am not even close to be defined as one.

You see, most girls would want to get married, settle down, have children, but I have no idea why I don’t want to. It’s not that I don’t want to per say, but what’s the point? I lived 31 years and according to my backward culture, I am far too old and I could be a grandmother, literary. It’s ok! I just gave up with I realized, well, I am not that pretty. I do not have a wow ideal Arabic body. I am very outspoken, very opinionated and I don’t care what I say, because it needs to be said. Also, I don’t communicate with other people. I just go to work, come home and I don’t care to talk. I have 100′s of cell phone minutes that I don’t use at all.
I guess I never wanted to be labeled with that stereotype of a typical Arab and decided to seclude my self. I wonder if people even remember me or know who I am. Have you ever wondered if people still remember you? It’s like you are a walking dead person and people just think you are dead.
Oh what am I talking about. At times I wish I had my own home that I get to decorate my self. I wish I had a garden to plant herbs and flowers. I wish for many things, but I guess people like me are not meant to live the simple life and have to live their lives wondering and imagining things.



