Country and Pride

Do you love your country? Do you show it? Do you hide it? Do you fabricate it?

I grew up in a home that cherishes family religiously, a home that does not take kinship for granted, a home filled with simple, pure, and comforting security. Such blessings, needless to say, naturally instill the feeling of deep, and genuine gratitude. This home, this beautiful - in my eyes - home, to me is called Kuwait.

Love your country. Show it smartly. Be zealous, but be modest. Don't put on a show. Do it justice.

Like Attracts Like

It eludes me as to when was the last time I had the chance to just sit back, take a forced breath and exhale a calm, liberating one in return, and jot down some random thoughts that cramp the mind at times. Sometimes, I wish I could turn back the hands of time. But, I know I'll just be fine. It's just wishful thinking, very human of me. Now to the the thought of interest: why is it that you tend to be drawn, with a curious conviction, towards people you think are similar to you. Similar, in age, mindset, attitude, maybe even gender and background. You don't discriminate, that's not the point. Not at all, atleast that's what you'll know. People ofcourse will jump the wagon when it's pointed out. It just happens. Some things are just harder to present in words. I say it's okay. You feel you can relate, you see yourself in them.

The Ugly Manifestation of Ignorance

I retreat to this blog to spill impulsively, compulsively, and at times for no friggin' reason.
I feel this is the utter epitome of a pointless text. But I frankly don't give a crap, and just feel like it - oh and just because I CAN.

I fucking loathe people that sport a superiority act without an ounce of guilt in them. Shit, they pride themselves for it. I bet I touched on this very topic before. But humans are humans; yet that is not an excuse, no, not even remotely. I just feel that I have to drop the word human to jolt other associated words into your memory-obliged minds (I'll leave that to your imagination good sirs, and madames).
This attitude, this sick, disgusting attitude comes in all forms and times: school, work, shops - heck even when you're walking on the street minding your business; yes, I'm talking about them durrrtyy looks, that body language, and of course that crap vibe that resonates from that unsightly excuse of a being.
Oh snap, you want to talk about marriage? No, not a day to talk about it. I won't even go there. That's a WHOLE other level.
I have zero desire to write: zip, ziltch, zot, nil, nada, void, blank, space, null... 9ifir.

Funny thing is, I had a happy and pleasant day.

Saturday Nights

So here's the deal. I went out for a walk on a Saturday night (almost midnight), which was quite worth it I must say, since it entailed quite the treat. Standing at a crosswalk, a taxi van full of girls stopped right in front of me. The girl sitting near the window started waving in my direction. Me, the unsuspecting receiver of the wave, was confused to say the least. I actually looked behind me- lame, I know. She then started blowing kisses. Oh, and the rest of the girls starting waving too.
I just love Saturday nights, where everyone is out and happy.
To be honest, I'd like it to be Saturday night most of the time. Funny, like the TGI ad only with Saturdays, we want more Saturdays!

[edit]: Funny thing, it was a Friday night. So there you go. Ironically a TGI it's Friday moment.

Belonging

A person always needs to feel they belong. Belong to what exactly though? More specifically, if a person belongs to a group, is it possible to equally belong to numerous groups?
Being caught between groups is not something you would want to experience.
The general world has grown harsh. Hearts of cold cobblestone prosper, it seems so anyway.
Or maybe I just expect too much. People are not like yourself. They are from a different dimension, so it seems. Survival of the fittest- ignorance- so it seems...

What are friends for?

I always found that certain people are reluctant, or oblivious or even lazy, to maintain a friendship through means of communication. After all, communication is one of the pillars that friendship is based on. I mean friendship is a relationship- there's nothing to it, that's a given. So without communication, how is it even a relationship. I don't really like the idea that out of the two friends, one of them is the one that usually makes the calls and initiates the 'let's do this together'. It's too much to ask. It's supposed to be a mutual effort.

Even so, I tend to believe certain friendships will forever remain unshaken just because there's this 'feel right' factor to it. I mean consider this: there are occasions when one goes abroad, for say their studies, and when that person comes back the two basically pickup where they left off. That's just amazing.

Changes

I always thought being apprehensive towards change was foolish. But now I understand that, at times, you just can't help it- it's only natural. Of course, I speak as if abstract is my thing since that is what blogs are for after all: leaving out the specifics.

Time. Do you ever feel like time is slipping from you? Passing you? Like you're lagging off behind it? You just want to catch up.
Funny thing is, I feel that in time, yes I know it's ironic, that everything will sort itself out. No worries.