Saturday, July 14, 2007
Hmmmm!!!!
but first, i'd like to appologize for the delayed absence for those who cared enough to ask, and also appologize for not replying to their comments
so this is what i wrote back in may
Shokeir told me there must be something that’s worth writing about for you, something that grabs your attention enough for you to contemplate and come up with a conclusion about or at least an opinion (that was his answer when i told him i haven't been inspired lately)
The weird thing is that I don’t, and haven’t had in over a month now
For over 2 years now I’ve had a very successful spell of being sharp and observant, mainly about relationships cuz I’m not one to talk about politics and in a way I think everything else has a way of taking care of itself (work, family and friends)
Yet the main challenge that so many twenty-somethings fail to complete successfully is finding ourselves a partner (that’s what I honestly believe, or else I wouldn’t be over thinking it) (I like to consider myself a smart person)
So being it that I was single for over 2 years. That left me with analyzing everyone around me, no one was safe, not my parents, not my friends, not my clients and it was cool at first, predicting when this couple was going to split or why that couple did. It reached a point when I crossed over to analyzing friendships and their dynamics and in a sense I still do.
Now this long introduction / self analysis happened in my head yesterday after I read shokeir’s message.
And…
The reason I haven’t been blogging lately, not even checking other blogs (other than being busy) is that I’m now in a relationship.
Who would have thought I would not remain bitter. Bitter, truthful, kareemfromegypt is now in a relationship and happy and content with it, is accepting the stuff he wouldn’t have been accepting under any other situation, finding them perfectly normal, not only that but actually enjoying them
Now Ain’t THAT strange?
This reminds me of the Gym Class Heroes Cover of “take a look at my girlfriend” especially the bit,
“It’s been some time since we last spoke
and this is gonna sound like a bad joke,
but momma I fell in love again,
it’s safe to say I have a new girlfriend”
“And I know it sound so old,
but cupid got me in a chokehold,
and I’m afraid I might give in,
towel’s on the mat, my white flag is wavin’
Okay so writing this post less than 2 months after I wrote about love being the Tender trap makes me feel weird, completely shatters my credibility, destroys the way I view myself :)
But maybe, just maybe, this might be the time, time for me to actually meet someone who not only makes me happy (that wasn’t the issue but eliminates the “what ifs” and “maybes”.
And although I still have a lot to know / learn yet I just wanted to state this…
I love you Mrs. Banana :)
P.s For anyone who feels like vomiting after reading this post, I left several buckets alongside the tissues by the exit :)
Sunday, April 01, 2007
The Tender Trap
Whether it's by amplifying the truth/reality
Whether it's by accepting stuff that you wouldn't normally put up with
whether it's putting a special ringtone for them or going out of your way to please them
we all fall for that trap at somepoint in our lives
Should i remain the only sane one out of the bunch? or should i wise up and join the crowd?
why do we pretend that being on our own isn't getting to us? IS IT? Sometimes it does.
Am i really that sane? Rather than a commitment phobe / ingrateful prick? someone with issues, some serious baggage? i don't feel like i have baggage, not very heavy ones at least.
whether it's making a fool of yourself infront of a total stranger, or worse (a close friend)
whether it's a girl groping another girl at a party
whether it's proposing to your ex g.f 3 months or so after your current love turned down your marriage proposal
wether it's willing yourself to marry a guy you barely know, who lives in Japan, and who won't even be there during your marriage cuz he can't take time off
Holding out for a hero? more like holding out till the next person shows up.