On a normal day, an argument with my mother is just part of the daily agenda. However, she brought up a good point of the idea of listening, which made me think today, and you know I love to think.

My mother has a serious problem with the way I was raised. She repeatedly tells me that I never listened to her and that’s why I ended up like ZIS! Which is true, I never listened to her because I know she will never listen to me. I don’t ever discuss personal things with her. If I do, then her perception of the way I think will lead to a huge fight, because I am beyond stubborn and refuse to think like everyone else. (You can tell I don’t have a close relationship with my mother… at all!) For her, anything that is not at her level of thinking is not acceptable. Which is fine, that’s the point of half of this blog, to retaliate of her way of thinking, which is like 90% of Arab mothers from the olden generation.

So everyday she tells me that I don’t listen to her, and I don’t talk to her, blah blah blah. The same daily tune that goes in one ear, and comes out the other. It got to the point where I say, “You know what, I am too old. Leave me alone!”

Then she tells me, “Why don’t you have friends or talk to anyone?”

I say with a deadly stare on my face, “No one my age wants to talk to me! They are all married and don’t want to be friends with a person like me! And you know it is TRUE!”

She said, “Well, you cannot live your life like this. What about Lisa? Why doesn’t she come over anymore? Do you still talk to her?”

I sigh of her constant questioning and say, “She doesn’t have time for me or talks to me. No one does or cares. I am satisfied with my life. I never complained. You are the one complaining!”

She said, “It is just nice to have at least someone listening to you, to hear your thoughts, and to converse with you.”

Then a flashing thought came to my head, “Some people hear my thoughts alright. Not just ONE person. Unless that ONE person keeps commenting on my blog with different names and from different locations all over the world, which would be funny.”

I then told my mother, “I don’t care who listens to me, if anyone at all! Conversation is OVER!”

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There you go people! I just analyzed one of the major points of having this blog: because no one wants to listen to me in real life, not even people who say they are my friend, then I resorted to writing here. I made this blog because no one wants to talk to me in real life and understand me, because I ended up living in the worst place possible, and being naive in my choices of friendships and even love interests.

I rather be a floater all over the world and find people who will listen to me and want to be my friend. Also, to not feel alone and to have at least someone share some point with me so I feel normal. Being alone is the worst feeling possible. (You can predict that one day I will blow up and just drop everything, and leave to somewhere far far away and start a new life!) From my experiences so far in life, and being too nice and naive in my choices, people want to take advantage of me, and use me for their own personal gains, either it being intellectual, money wise, or work wise, etc.

I always wondered if I possessed mediocre intelligence, acted like a total sheeple, possessed no special life skills, and was a poor bum living in a rut, would I have real friends then, and even someone out there liking me and wants to be with me and not get married to someone else after 2 or 3 months after he has known me for years?

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I don’t know about you, but most likely you have seen people that you have known in the past working somewhere you never expected them to ever work at. People who are educated and have University or College degrees that end up working as cashiers at the mall, because when I asked them, they said that they were never able to find anything else. I really feel bad for them. I just keep thanking God that I ended up in the same exact profession I studied; otherwise, who knows how my mental state would be, and where I would be at now.

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I really find it so wrong, and it was something I complained about a lot in the past about this exact same situation. You were young, you decided to study something you are passionate about, but afterward, no luck. Let’s not bring the economy problems here. Those are people my age, and they should have been way into their careers by now. Honestly, I don’t know how people hire other people. Is it only based on skills? Personality? Group work? Appearance? I mean let’s be honest here, I still have no friggen clue why I got hired to this new job of mine. I feel that I lack everything I just mentioned. lol However, I have passion and I really love what I do, but I still walk in every day at work and think to my self, “Do I really work here?”

You know what I wish? I wish that I can just build an empire and hire those people where they belong. I would even spend the time to train them. I just think there is so much potential out there in those people that still didn’t get the chance that they deserve.

Maybe I am thinking of some type of utopia here that will never happen, but I think this way because I worked and met so many incompetent idiots that are taking the place of those people that never gotten a chance. I like equality in life, and I really try to fight for it and speak out regarding the injustice in anything related to equality. However, sometimes I feel that no one is listening, and things will never change. Or they will never change, because people don’t want to change.

But you know what, they used to say that the earth was flat, DaVinci was insane, people will never fly, man would never go to the moon, and God does not exist. (I had to throw in that last part, because you know me, I am annoying, and I like to stir debates.)

So I still hope things will change and everyone is happy!! Because like my dear mother always says to me, “Hope is what keeps us alive!”

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I am a stereotypical, hypocritical, overbearing religious child.

Does that make sense at all?

That’s a snippet of an email I got today from some chick who had a serious problem with me dissing slutty Arab girls. In reality, she had a problem with me having an opinion. I don’t understand this, if I talk about anything religious, then overly religious people send me hate mail and swear left and right at me. By the way, if you are so religious, then why the hell you go on the internet and throw derogatory statements at some anonymous girl from Canada? And if I write anything about the nastiness that some people do, I get hate mail from people that don’t like it, and call me religious or pretending to be one.

Seriously, I don’t get it, what is wrong with you people? You don’t like what I have to say, then go somewhere else that has some closed minded mass opinionated topics.

By the way, stick and stones may break my bones, but I still don’t give a shit!

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What amazed me that someone called me a hypocritical overbearing religious child. Fine, call me overbearing, and call me a child. But religious and before that calling me hypocritical? Makes no sense, but I wouldn’t call my self religious at all. I call my self neutral. I am not a crazy religious fanatic or anything. At the same time, I am not anti-religious or “rebellious” against religion. However, how can you explain that to people that come to your site from another site or search engine, and then stay on your site for maximum 10 minutes, and formulate an end-all be-all opinion about you?

I know many bloggers out there that have the same problems as me. That’s why I am writing this post. This is what happens when you have a blog for so long. You can’t even protect what you have written anymore, and some topics are so old that you cannot remember what you wrote or why you wrote them. I disabled comments from posts over 7 days old, and have a re-captcha for protection against spam, but how can I protect or avoid those lurkers?

I have a new plan for the next year, and it will annoy the hell out of everyone, but you know what, in the end of the day, this blog is just an online diary of my self. It contains my opinions about life in general, and that’s it.

Finally, think of if this way: if I tell you that your shirt is ugly, then go ask a million other people if they think so to, but don’t take my word on it. It is just my stereotypical, hypocritical, and overbearing opinion of your hideous shirt.

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I don’t know about you, but I noticed a big difference when I speak to Arab and non-Arab females. The Arab females ask you what you have been up to, blah blah blah, but throw in this:

“Did you meet anyone yet? When are you getting married or plan to?” And they throw in too, “What are you planning to cook today?”

When you talk to non-Arab females, they converse with you and ask this:

“How are you? How was your weekend? Any plans for today? You planning a vacation?”

See the difference in mentality?

I am not white washed or anything or ever will be. I don’t get affected by anyone, and I make my own choices. I am very Arab, but I call my self the very liberal in thinking Arab. I just think outside the box, and go beyond that little scope of thinking this: “Only a good Arab girl will end up in her husband’s house, and he will take care of her forever!”

Dear God!!! When I hear that crap on TV or from other Arab females I think, “Why won’t women ever learn to take care of themselves if something happens like, oh I don’t know, divorce, disability, or death. The horrible triple D’s that should be on every un-educated, overly dependent females’ notes of possibilities!”

But let’s face it, Arab females only care about one thing: Marriage. It’s like their only mission in life!

From all this ranting and thinking, I want to do something with my life. I want to be known as someone important that did something that no one else did. Something to be proud of, and is a very high achievement in life. So when people talk to me, they would think, “Yep, that’s Mona! She did something different with her life that recognized her as a human being with her own distinct thoughts and noticeable intelligence!”

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Where is the worse place to go to in any public place?

Yep, you got it! The washrooms! Or restrooms for my American watchers. Or in general, the public crappers! God!! I hate going to public washrooms! I can’t help it sometimes, or any day, because when nature calls, you got to go. I drink a lot of liquids, coffee!!!, and I got to go!

Does this post so far want you to go to the washroom?

Anyways, what was I ranting about? Ah, yah!! You see, some of you women out there are disgusting. I am sorry to tell you this, but you are. Like fucking flush the toilet! Fucking check that the toilet has been flushed if you have attempted to the first time! Fucking do something sanitary correct! These are public washrooms that other people use! Cleaning people don’t come all day long and clean after you! Are you that fucking lazy? Do you even wipe your asses?

Jeeez!! So pissed!

On a better note! Today I went to our staff Christmas dinner. It was fun! I like the people that I work with. They are fun to be around with, and they have a cute sense of humor. It’s nice working in an environment where people have different job roles.

Today, one of the ladies asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said, “Nop. I don’t want to get married till I am 50!” Then I told her that I had a boyfriend for like 5 or 6 years, but I ended it. I didn’t add the part that he got married 5 or 6 months later after I stopped seeing him. (Typical Arab males!) But I didn’t want to seem bitter, and start trashing him. I don’t want other people to view me as a crazy psycho girl! It brings back memories you know. Bad ones!

It’s great being single! Don’t you agree?

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