i'm sitting in a cafe in maadi right now wondering what my first entry should be
you see i've always had stuff to talk and rant about but now that i'm at the verge of publishing it i seem to be getting a little bit of stage fright and concern about my blog deflowerring
you see, i'm not very familiar with blogs, there are a couple i like and check almost daily but that's it.
i thought i'd get you accquainted with yours truly
i'm your average guy next door, overweight, poor vision, low self esteem, and i like to dwell in my depression phases. Actually you'd better make that your below-average guy next door
i always wondered what most of the bloggers do for a living and how they get the time to blog
now it seems i finally got the time to do so, so here goes....
last tuesday was valentine's day, now from my previous bitter self description you can tell i am single, not because of the description itself but because of the way i view myself, a group of my friends went out for some heart-shaped sushi, and finding myself alone for the night, i started thinking and here's my view
Valentine's day sucks, i'm sure you all know that by now, i'm sure there's not one person in this world that didn't have a crappy valentine's day, regardless of wether they were involved or not, i personally was the victim of more than 4 crappy v.days in a row and now that i'm single it all became clear
it's the day that sucks not the event.
it's cosmic or something.
meaning that the problem originally resides in the date feb 14th, even before v.day was invented the day sucked and the fact was that someone invented the whole idea of buying gifts and flowers to lessen the impact of that doomed day, and that covers at least the percentage of people who are happily involved, as for those with no one they didn't lose much as the day would have sucked either way
even if v.day was on june 30th, feb 14th would still have sucked
and that's the truth.
p.s or half liquor half truth