Spring is finally here! The thought of it makes me happy. It was a happy weekend for me until last night when a slip of my tongue gave rise to a whole gossip cloud. And by gossip I mean seventh grade type of gossip and idiocy. All I have to say about this is that blackberry phones have only enriched and further supported Egypt's already strong and sound gossip network. Now, not only do all of the following provide you with gossip; your concierge (aka el bawab for us Egyptians), your hairdresser, your mani/pedi lady, the threading lady, the cook, the maid, the driver, add to the endless list; BBM! Perfect, right?
Anyway, that was a rant that kept me up all night. Almost. I just couldn't believe it. At twenty-two you should be over that kind of things. Let alone twenty-four!
But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a lifetime, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives. hereSometimes, I feel like I need to write my own words, that I no longer relate to the already written ones and it makes me feel bad. It makes me feel lonely. It makes me feel like my existence will forever be an awkward one.
Someday, I will write my own.
Someday, it will all be okay.
Someday, it will work out.