Just do it!

My friends and I were going to a coffee shop, as we do these days, and came across a chalk-wall. It was pretty cool! I honestly don’t think about what I want to do before I die.

But like everyone I do have so many things I want to do, I just don’t think about them so much that I would make a wall for it. For instance, I want to go on a girls-trip-multiple months in Europe back-packing vacation, I want to meet my best friend again, I want to walk across a city (a whole city), I want to make my own ice-cream, I want to graduate and settle down on the island, I want to raise my future kids hydrogenated-oil/processed-sugar/dairy/meat-free, and have them go to my dream schools, etc…

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Some of the things on this wall are pretty humorous, and some are very sad and touching. Also, I am very tempted to call that number. In other news, I found out that my friend is to be engaged in less than a month. When I heard this, my heart dropped. I hate hearing it from other people. We used to be so close as you all know…and I was supposed to be the first to know. Also its not 2025 yet. I guess its just pay-back for when I got married without letting anyone know. Regret, all the time, contentment…I’m getting there. Thats what I have to keep telling myself. Well, I shouldn’t explain it here. I am not a good example for the young people here. Its whatever.

Some tips I can give to the youngsters, which I may have written in previous posts:

Kids, stay in school. Marry the love of your life. Stay grammatically correct, because uneducated beings are very unattractive. Stick to the conversation. The most unattractive man, is one who goes off topic and says irrelevant things. just to deem himself correct. I know. Its disgusting. Like really, YOU DON”T MAKE SENSE. YOU FOOL.

Follow these and it will make your goals “before you die” a little bit easier. Actually don’t listen to me, I don’t make sense. I disgust myself.

-eva626

 

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Not choosing a suitor

Hi readers, 

Here’s a topic that is more of self-help for my fellow gals, or a drop-dead shocker to all the aunti’s and old-controling-male-hags of the world. I used to write posts of love and marriage and how everything is so grand and blah blah blah bs.

Well, things change depending on circumstances and basically who you have chosen or who was chosen for you, and you being the best little goody two shoes of the household, agreed upon it. 

Ill just say it now: NEVER GO FOR A FOREIGN BORN BROWN MALE.

First off, you can already tell their lack of intelligence when they try to argue about the dumbest things like, oh so genetics isn’t a real thing or if cancer is real then how come people in the past never had it. All that nonsense that most people won’t have the energy to quarrel on. Like come on, try going to college first. Oh, and the best ones are those questions after you say the very normal words, “duration” or “convenience” followed by the true stupid questions “what do you mean, duration?”. Really? its a darn word…go look it up. 

Second, you’re living in this time era not the one of your zameen (land) in the 18th century. They’ll force you to be apart of their family…nothing is wrong with that except the word FORCE. No, you married that one person not the whole dang kandaan (family). They don’t take into account what type of person they are with, in terms of born and raised in a certain place, in a certain time.

Third, mentality at its finest. OLD. Today’s time and issues are different from way back then. Islam has made it so that people can accommodate on certain issues (not all but ones that take into account the place and time). Rulings and living, etc… Each has its place in life and should be followed. Stick to what you know is right and try NOT to compromise on things you know that are wrong. You might get in trouble with some things I’ve said here, so don’t listen to me for the most part (disclaimer). You’ll always be seen as the bad one, especially because of the cultural differences. Kill that culture if you don’t like it. It might kill you in the processes but so be it. Ha. I am already half way dead. 

Some advice, tell them to deal with it or leave. Of-course you won’t be able to directly, cause your mom, who is also sucked into the stupid social expectation and drama…from noone that really even cares. So you try it for a year, do whatever and hold up your own. When your family goes out of the country leaving you behind like a piece of trash, you drop those cherished words that you’ve been saving ever since two months in, “Like you said before, this isn’t working, you should talk to the parents”. 

Fourth, only go for someone who you fell in love with because no matter how ludicrous and old fashion they may be, you’ll always find a way to love them. But, if its arranged, just don’t do it   you should know what you will be dealing with… a slow death everyday . Heck, even the immigration lady predicted “it doesn’t look like its working out”. Lets see if that holds true. 

Love Cyrus.