Please tell me I'm not the only one over 10 years of age and of a supposedly sound mental state who has to exert a great deal of effort in order to restrain herself from running delirious with joy down the toy aisles in a hypermarket?
Anyone?
Let these tasty, decadently high-caloric homemade cookies we all know only too well usher you all into a happy Eid.
..Oh, Looord.
It's this time of the year when you feel the air heavy with a distinct yet, familiar flavor we've all come to know by heart.
It's the gift that keeps on giving. It's particularly generous with our lungs.
There's not a single year that goes by when it doesn't pay a visit.
In fact, we've become so accustomed to its ubiquitous presence all over Cairo's night sky, that we feel a little anxious if it isn't around.
And its color just never goes out of style...
I find the idea of parallel dimensions quite charming. I'm somewhat pleased to think that somewhere out there in the vast and (possibly) infinite universe, there's another "me" who's making better, smarter choices.
At the same time, I find it rather comforting to think that somewhere out there in the vast and (possibly) infinite universe, yet another "me" is looking right at me with her mind's eye and thinking the exact same thing.
I always find it weird how other people are so much more sure of my talents and potential than I personally am. I try to calmly and gently tell them that they've got the wrong idea and that they're overrating me beyond belief, but they seem to hold on to the idea that I will become the living proof of how they are insightful enough to foresee who will succeed and will not.
Nobody knows what the future holds but I'd like to go ahead right now and apologize for disappointing everyone... just in case.
High Hopes - Pink Floyd
I always (naively) assumed that a well-balanced, mentally stable human being after climbing up the food chain would not want to inflict the same injustices he/she was previously exposed to on the new fledglings taking his/her place dangling at the bottom.
Turns out there are more mentally unstable people than not. In Other words, (and I don't care how cheesy I sound saying this) be careful kids; it's a jungle out there!
You know that shitty metallic aftertaste that badly-brewed Hibiscus sometimes leaves in your mouth?
Drinking a can of Mirinda Hibiscus is like drinking an entire can of that shitty metallic after-taste.
