Saturday, June 30, 2007

Back home.... kind of!

Ok...
After a lot of stress and many hours of being indecisive.. I am on the East Coast.
I am with family in New Jersey and will head out to Washington DC to see my mom, sister, and brother!
The patriotic side of me is excited about being in DC for the 4th of July!! Yaay!

After 12 hours on a plane, heavy luggage, and a 9 year old cousin to take care of I am exhausted. My back is killing me. I just want to sleep!!
Somehow I think that will not happen any time soon... I have already been given a list of people we have been invited to go see....
I guess I am not as excited as I should be! Maybe that will change after I get rid of this jet lag.

Well, I am excited about the fact that I was finally able to sleep on a plane!!! I think this was the first flight that I actually was able to sleep on for more than an hour!!
Yaay!

I am excited about being here, but at the same time I am sad that I am not in Cairo.
I am happy about seeing my family, but I miss my friends and my kick ass boyfriend. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.... but my heart was pretty fond before the absence! ;o)
We will see how it all goes!!

Monday, June 25, 2007

Sex and Society...

Today I was thinking about sex, sexuality, making love, definitions of what is accepted in society, what is actually done in society...
Most people think that I am very sexually experienced. Some people think that I have sexual experience. Barely anyone thinks that I am as sexually inexperienced as I really am.
Why?
Is it because the preconceived notions that Americans are whores?
Most likely.
Is it because I am comfortable discussing issues relating to sex and sexuality?
Probably.
Is it because I am a sex crazed animal?
I doubt it.
I know a lot of people a lot more experienced than I am. Not a lot of people would believe it because they cover it up so well.
They act exactly how society would like them to act..
well, they do when people are looking that is.
In Egypt I have met more women who sleep with their boyfriends in return for a lot of nice, fun, expensive outings.
Are they whores?
Some yes, some no.
Do they fit the definition of prostitutes?
To me they do.
I guess it it more of a barter system. They satisfy the man's fantasies and sexual desire and in return the man takes them out and pays for everything...
I hate the fact that these women are probably looked upon in a more favorable light than I am in this society.

I hate that in this society I am labelled as a whore by more people than I can count because I am not as good at lying, being two faced, or whatever else you want to call it.

I hate the fact that men can say that they have slept with me because their ego could not deal with the fact that the "American whore" refused them.

I hate the fact that society is more inclined to believe them because they are men, and because I was raised abroad!
Just because I would salute the stars and stripes growing up does not mean that I will lay down with every man!!

On a semi-related topic... why is this country all about sex and virginity anyway?
Men are out trying to sleep with everything that walks upright all the time. Some women are doing the same.
These men will rarely ever marry a women who is not a virgin.
These women will deny anything and everything.
It is all about sex and virginity!
So, everybody cares about virginity. It is such a big deal here.

I do think that virginity is a big deal. Most likely for reasons completely different than the majority of the population.
Why do men care about virginity so much?
I really do not get their reasonings. I have asked some of my close male friends before. None of their reasons ever made sense to me. It doesn't matter if they make sense to me or not..
but do they make sense to anyone?
Is it their fear of comparison? Is it that they doubt their sexual ability to the point that they would want to make sure that the women in their lives are ignorant and oblivious?

I have heard that Egyptian men are selfish and are only concerned with themselves reaching orgasm. They could care less if the woman they are with enjoyed it or not.
I have heard from men that Egyptian women are really bad in bed also. That they scream and make a lot more noise than what they should. In other words, they are faking their enjoyment to please the man. Why do women do that? Why do they accept that? Do these women not realize how degrading that should be?

So, if women are bad in bed.. and men are bad in bed... why does the whole country think about sex so much.

With the amount of thought that people put into sex and sexual issues you would think that at least they had a good reputation internationally.
So, if they are so horrible.. why do men gather around and talk about their latest conquests?
Why do women question their newly married friends incessantly?
Is their nothing better to talk or think about?

If everybody is thinking about it, the majority are talking about it, and quite a few are doing it.. why is it not accepted in this society?

The joys of womanhood.... part deux!

While taking my shower today I realized another joy of being a woman!

I look at all the products around the bath tub..
Cucumber melon Body wash.
Kiwi shampoo and conditioner
Citrus smelling shampoo and conditioner
Mango body wash
Jasmine body wash
Fresia Conditioner
Fresh scent shaving gel
Rose scented shampoo and conditioner

All the bottles are pretty. They're covered in bright colors.
Everything smells nice!!

Showers for men must be so boring!

I am so glad I am a woman!!

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

And the award goes to...

People say that "birds of a feather flock together". I believe it is true. When I look at where I worked this past year that concept scared the hell out of me. I hated most of the people I worked with. Most of the people scared me.
I have said before that the only thing that got me through this past year is my sarcasm. Well, sarcasm and fear helped me produce a list of awards for my co-workers.

For each one of the awards there were at least 3 candidates.


Look at the list, if you work in a place where these awards are applicable.. RUN!!!



Without further ado!

Most Likely to:

  1. murder his/her mother
  2. be locked away in Guantanamo
  3. have his/her passport revoked
  4. rot away in jail
  5. join Al Qaeda
  6. rape a co-worker
  7. rape a student
  8. come out of the closet
  9. have a mug shot on America's Most Wanted
  10. take the "skeevy person of the year award"
  11. be unanimously voted off the island
  12. be deported
  13. have a bounty placed on his/her head
  14. use the word "titty" in a sentence
  15. be caught stealing from a co-worker
  16. be caught stealing from a student
  17. set the school on fire
  18. be "taken out" by a staff member
  19. kill themselves before the year ends
  20. tell everybody off on the last day
  21. be Sir Mix A Lot's girlfriend
  22. kill a student
  23. have an affair with a co-worker

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Random Realization...

I have realized that I used the word babe too much.
I sound like a shady old Hollywood producer!
A very bad shady, old, Hollywood producer!!


Note to self:
Stop saying babe... find a new word.

Comparisons...

I remember when I hated myself for having had a boyfriend. I hated myself for at some point in my life believing that I had been in love.

I hated it because I knew that from that moment I would always be comparing people.
I would always compare my guy with a former guy.
I would always compare a romantic evening, with a previous romantic evening with some other guy.

It sounds bitchy and whoreish I know… but I believe it is human nature.

Happiness is relative. How happy you are depends on how miserable the people around you are.
Don't believe me?
Find a man who drives a Lancer. A nice car, an average car. Pair him up with a man who doesn't own a car. Mr. Lancer owner feels superior, and happy.
Once Mr. Lancer owner sits with Mr. BMW owner feelings of inadequacy present themselves and he is no longer happy.

Happiness is relative.

Therefore, happiness in relationships depends on previous relationships and the relationships of people around you.

I think that for the most part comparisons are unfair.
After one relationship you are different.
If a lot of time spans between the two relationships the whole world has actually changed.
There is no way to compare the 2 relationships and actually believe that the comparison is fair.

So, I fight comparing. I am not always successful.

My "guy" always wins the comparison. Actually, my guy smothers the comparison.
Why?
I believe that my guy is perfect. Not in a childish sense where I am blind to his faults and insecurities, but in an adult sense where I can see his faults and insecurities.
I can see them and I love him, and them, more.

His faults make him more human to me. As much as I try to put him on a pedestal, his faults remind me that he is not up there.
He is here, next to me.

It is so much easier to love someone not on a pedestal.
It is so much easier to break down and cry with someone you know is real.
It is easier to show your own faults and insecurities to someone who possesses some of his own.
It is easier to be normal and real in front of someone real.

Being real makes me love him more, because he is real, but he is perfect..

Perfect for me at least!

To admit or to blame? That is the question...

Why is blaming easier than admitting?
How come it is easier to blame someone than to look at ourselves and find fault.
I was quite different for a while last week.
Life was scary. My world was a scary place to be.
I had no clue about many things and that scared me.
So, by having myriad problems, my insecurities came out..

Well, let's just say I was not the nicest person.

Actually, I was a creature from hell. A very emotional creature from hell!

The problem is that I did not see that I was being different. I did not see how much of a hellish creature I was. I did not notice how demanding I was. I was blind to my selfishness….

It took me a long time to look into myself and see what I was doing and how I was different.
It took me a long time to see how I was making my guy's life horrible.

I was selfish and it took me a long time to realize it.

I blamed him for minor things he missed on his road to perfection. He would be absolutely perfectly understanding, patient, and kind.. and I was finding minor faults.

I was an unappreciative bitch!

Looking to myself and seeing how I was acting was hard. I did it, and I found that I was making my life, and my guy's life miserable.

By looking at what I was doing I realized that I was being unfair.
By looking at my behavior I was able to appreciate his behavior so much more.

I have learned that a lot of the times that we blame people for doing something wrong, it is actually a reaction to us being different.

My advice:
Look to yourself and see how you have instigated the changes in those around you!
Appreciate those who are trying to deal with you when you are being unappreciative and impossible to please.

Where have all the answers gone?

I wonder what life would have been like if I had gone down any other road. What if I made some other decision, would I be where I am today?
What about things like going to a different school? Would I be the person I am today? What if I never came to Egypt? How would that have affected me?

I wonder which decisions I've made along the way were the cause of pain I've endured.
Would I want to change any decisions I have made?
Would I be happier in any place other than where I am now? Is that possible? Would I have suffered more heartbreak and despair to get there?

Why am I only coming up with questions?
Why haven't I found an answer yet?

Where have all the answers gone?

Running away....

I have this place in my head that I like to live in.
It's my happy bubble.
I don't like the so called "real world". It scares me.
I don't like those problems that I see. I don't like my own problems. I just lock them away in a faraway part of my mind or heart.
Is this running away? Most likely it is….

I've had too many problems in my lifetime. I just want to be happy. I don't even want the smallest problem. Actually, I can't handle even smallest problem. When I see problems I just freak out and run to my happy bubble.
I just freak out and run….
Now, I've started to run away from everything. I just can't deal with it all.
Actually, I am scared to try and to find myself broken. I'm scared of getting hurt.

I am so scared now. I've freaked out and broken down so many times this week.

I'm scared of this not knowing phase of my life. There are so many things that I don't know and that scares the shit out of me. I am so scared so I start to run…
As I run away I realize that I am running away from everything and everyone.
I run away, but I don't want to.
I don't want to leave. I don't want to be alone, but I am afraid of being not alone too.
I'm scared of letting people in. I always keep people a safe distance away. I never let them 100% in. This is a self defense mechanism. It's my way of making sure that these people can't hurt me. My way of making sure that they can't fuck me up emotionally.

I'm scared of needing anyone because so many times I'd need someone and they'd disappear.

I'm scared of trusting people because broken trust is a sharp knife that has stabbed me before.

I'm scared of wanting someone because it hurts too much when you're rejected. I'm scared because wanting someone makes you vulnerable.

I'm petrified of loving someone because a broken heart would leave me broken… I don't want to break!

I'm scared of wanting, needing, or loving someone.
I'm scared of being vulnerable.
I'm scared of being hurt.
I'm scared of you.. but I am scared of running away from you!!

I love you and I am scared!!

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

The joys of womanhood ?!?!

Dear God,

Thank you for making me a woman. As much as I bitch about the difficulties of womanhood, I wouldn't want to be anything else.
I am just wondering what is going on this month....

I can handle the pain, I dealt with not being able to move, the extreme sensitivity is not the best, but I'll manage. I am ok with worrying about my pants.

There is a lot I can deal with....
But please get me off this emotional fucking roller coaster!!!

I have surpassed bi-polarity and am inventing tri-polarity.

I would also like to apologize to all men.. and anyone forced onto this rollercoaster with me! I am sorry.. but it is honestly out of my control!

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

I've met someone stupid - follow up

This is just a follow up to my previous post called "I've met someone stupid!"

No, Mr. Ahmed Dabboussi is not stupid...

And yes he did make me write this!

Sunday, June 03, 2007

My wandering mind...

I like thinking. Just thinking about anything.
I love having a clear mind and filling it with thoughts. Trying to understand a bit more about myself.
I noticed that I do this most while driving. I love driving alone and letting my mind wander.
I guess I am very relaxed while driving and it makes it easy for me to analyze and think.

Lately I have been thinking about a certain friend of mine. She is going through some stuff these days and she is not the happiest person.
I hope she is ok. I hope things turn out ok.

I have also been thinking about relationships. Just thinking about relationships in general and how they affect people. What is it about relationships that can control people to such an extent.
A good relationship can make you the happiest person in the world. It can make you invincible. Nothing can touch or hurt you.
A bad relationship can kill you. Can ruin you and leave you broken.
Why? What is it about a relationship that can control us so?

Why do relationships have such a strong impact? Why are we not solely responsible for ourselves? How come a person does not have this kind of an impact on himself?

Those were the thoughts I was thinking about as I was feeling invincible driving home.