Old posts awakening due to uncontrolled emotions
I know this one: Trouble 1, and this one: Trouble 2, and maybe this one: Trouble 3 are continually causing havoc. People want to comment so bad but end up emailing me instead. It has been going on for months and I have been ignoring these emails for a reason. However, I have been noticing a trend in the way Arabs are perceiving me because of the stuff I write on here.
So today I want to discuss a bigger issue. Why do many Arabs seem far too emotional when they start talking about themselves or when others talk about them?
Look at me for example. When I am pissed off and feeling like crap, I take unknown visitors words to heart and want to scream from anger at such pointless comments. I keep telling my self that it is about time to end this crap and get on with my life. Then from day to night I change my mind instantly without questioning the reason why I did.
Arabs are the same. I think it is in our blood or something. We seem to be so emotionally driven by anything that we always forget the bigger picture. So far in my whole 29 years of life, I have NEVER met an Arab who was NOT far too emotional about the most mundane things. Why is that? Are we just raised this way?
Is it too much love from the family or the emotional control from our families that caused this?
Also guilt! We are raised to always feel guilty. We feel guilty about anything. So to push aside such an emotion when we do anything that is remotely unapproved by authority, we end up doing stuff in secrecy without anyone’s knowledge to erase this guilt from our heads.

However, all the previous are excuses of the bigger issue. The real reason for all this is what we see on TV and read in the news. The way we react to it and our helplessness to do anything about it. We see how Arabs are treated and the crap that is said about us. We see our families in Palestine, our neighbors in Iraq, and the way the western media controls the oil driven Arab country’s way of life. So we sit there and watch how our culture is falling, how our traditions are dying, and how the simplest means of life are controlled by others.
No wonder we are emotional.




