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People are pure evil and just plain rude. I wanted to talk about this incident a few days back when it actually happened, but I decided now is a good day for ranting about it!

My sister and I go to the gym about 5 times a week. So one night, there were lots of people in the class. (Mostly middle aged women.) The number of coats on the hanger are obviously a lot, and the odds of someone having a similar jacket to yours is high too. As we were leaving, I grabbed my jacket and my sister’s jacket. We got into the car, and my sister tried to put it on and then says, “Mona? This is not my jacket.” My jaw dropped. I said, “oh no! You sure?” She said, “YES!” So we stopped the car and went back in. My sister was carrying the jacket and looked for hers.

A lady who looked like my age or a bit younger comes up to us and says, “THAT’S MY JACKET! I was looking for it. It has my car keys!! That’s SO RUDE!! YOU GIRLS ARE RUDE” I said, “excuse me? We brought it back and we didn’t even care that it had car keys?” She said, “that’s still rude! It had my keys and I was looking all over for my jacket!” I said, “it was an accident. Get a grip!” Her friend then comes and says, “I am sorry. Don’t worry. We know it was an accident.” I said, “YAH! IT WAS!”

This all happened within a 2 minute time frame from us leaving to the car and coming back. PEOPLE ARE RUDE AND IMPATIENT! I hate people. Especially women. Women are evil! That’s why I rather talk to men. They don’t blame you and scream at you in public and say, “MY CAR KEYS! WHY YOU TOOK THEM YOU RUDE THIEF!”

I bet she drives something stupid like Ikea!

Angry, Blah Blah, Ranting as usual!, They said what?

If I had a car and no coffee, this would happen to me too!

Funny

I decided last week that I needed a hair cut. My front layers grew out and they needed fixing. So I told my mom my plan. She kept saying, “don’t cut it short!”

So I made an appointment yesterday for today. I was a bit excited and I was browsing all over the net for hair cuts that suit people with a round face like me. I was looking at it this morning too. My mom decided to sit on my bed and look at what I am doing. I said, “what about this cut with lots of layers? My hair is so damaged and a lot of it falls when I wash it and blow dry it.”

She angrily says, “your hair falls because you eat too much candy!”

I looked back at her ANGRILY and then SCREAMED.

“Mama!! That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Where in the world do you make up that nonsense from? It’s PURE nonsense.” (translate that to Arabic and sounds more vulgar and nasty).

She said, “how do you talk to your mother like that?”

I said, “whatever.. you make no sense at all.”

I ignored the situation and I was so mad that I wanted to do something drastic.

I went to the hair salon at the mall and the lady who did my hair was pure Latino. She kept saying, “aren’t you Latino?”

I said, “no, Arab.”

She said, “what does your name Mona mean?”

I paused thinking because no one ever asked me what my name meant because my name is the second most famous female name in the world.

I said, “aah.. you know the Mona Lisa?”

She said, “oh ok.. right right.. you are named after her?”

I said, “yaaah.. I guess so!”

She then asked, “what did you do for Christmas, aren’t you Catholic?”

I said, “no. Muslim.”

She said, “oh. I am Catholic. Didn’t anyone ever mistake you for a Latin girl?”

I said, “yes. All the time.”

While she was doing my hair, I came up with an idea. I said to the hair dresser, “make it short.”

She said, “1 inch. 2inch, layered a lot?” I said, “sure. To my shoulder with lots of layers!”

I have never ever in my life had my hair this short.

I go home. My dad sees me and says, “lovely and beautiful as always!”

I go to my mom. I said, “MAMA! Look at my hair!”

She went into a semi-heart attack mode. She said, “what did you do to your hair. IT IS SHORT!”

I said with a big FAT GRIN on my face, “yah.. I like it! Isn’t it nice??”

She said, “it is SHORT!”

Later in the afternoon, “she comes in my room and I am laying on my bed watching TV. She comes in and says in a sad tone, “Mona… why you cut your hair so short?”

I said, “MOM. IT IS JUST HAIR. It will grow!”

Later as I was going down the stairs, she sees me and says, “why so short? why? People grow out their hair and have beautiful long hair.”

I said, “I like my hair. It is nice and short!”

I finally got her back for saying my hair falls because I eat too much candy. I DON’T EAT TOO MUCH CANDY! I drink a lot of Coca Cola. Honestly, if someone can inject an ever lasting tube inside my veins with Cola Cola, I am all for it! I can live with out the fudge (God forbid), and the chocolate, but not the cola. I just caused a major catastrophe downstairs asking where the cola cans are! My brother said, “holy crap. Here is the box you addict!”

Anyways, I like my hair and I like drinking my Cola!

Funny, Ranting as usual!, They said what?, Whatever!

Since the beginning of my blog and all the nagging and complaining I have been doing, I always get the same advice from people. “Put your self in someone else’s shoes, it could be worse!”

Let me explain a few things. My foot is a different size and shape than others. I don’t fit in their shoes. I don’t like their shoes. Their shoes smell and walking in them gives me back ache. Their shoes are of a hideous style and I like my own style! Why would I even want their shoes? Why then do people keep giving this horrible advice to me all the time. “Mona, just think of how someone else’s life is. It could be a lot worse.”

No!

I cannot think of someone else or put my self in someone else’s shoes. I am unique. I am different and I honestly don’t care about anyone else other than my self. I am human. I am selfish and I only think of my self because NO ONE will think of me or how I really feel. No one does. All this crap about oh, let’s help others, and we have to understand and love one another is pure BS. Who came up with this anyways? Hippies?

I was thinking about this. If I lived in the 70’s, I would not be a hippie with long straight hair and bell bottom jeans with peace signs tattooed on my forehead. I don’t believe that love and people is the answer. People are the problem! So why do I need to fit in their shoes?

So if you want to give me advice, be more original, and don’t come up with lame advices and tell me to put my self in their shirts or pants or some worn out apparel. I don’t care. This is my life. I was born this way and lead this life style. I can only change it. I can complain about it. And you, as a reader can do one thing. LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM! Don’t you love me?

I just stumbled a page while I am writing this article (yes I am a multi thinker), and I got this. Life for me is strange, mysterious, and I got super neurons that transfer my thoughts over the internet through my computer screen. Genetic computing or what?

Angry, Blah Blah, Funny, Ranting as usual!, They said what?