Carrying on my tirade of anger, and self-despair and WANTING TO SHOUT OUT PROFANITIES EXCEPT IT’S RAMADAN AND IT’S NOT LIKE ANYONE IS LISTENING TO ME ANYWAY
I wanted to start a thread in life1 that I am sure will generate traffic and possibly revenue for the owners of this site.
I can honestly say as I am nearing 30, and as this ship is increasingly rocky, unstable, and quite frankly, ready to sink, that maybe being a workaholic, so independent, and focusing on my intelligence and you know, stupid crap like that, as oppose to more important things like the shine in my hair, and the glow of my face, and my ability to sing songs in a high pitch voice and attract all the cute cuddly animals in the forest may not have been the best decision of my life.
I sit here typing this, in work clothes that are truly not clothes but pseudo-pj’s, unwashed over the past 40 hrs, somewhat constipated, smelly as my last shower was like 40 hrs ago, last time I washed my hair was probably more like 50 plus hours ago, feet that are not soft because of all the calluses, facial hair beginning to sprout, skin that is dry and saggy and the direct opposite of radiant, somewhat hungry but not sure what to eat since I’m too tired to cook, and too tired-looking to have someone cook FOR ME, sheerly exhausted after working so hard only to find myself disappointed in the very abilities I have been working so hard to groom, too tired to make myself more edumacated to stop the grind, over the past 12 hrs, grilled judged and looked down upon disapprovingly while I tried to explain myself to the world…
I sit here and think, it would have been better if I had just been the stereotypical girl. Maybe we Pakistani girls do have it right.
The routine for many women is - get up, work on making yourself look hot, get invited to lots of parties, and atttract the attention of men, and then get married and let him do all the work. Granted it’s not like even that life is a bed of roses, but 1) you’re not alone 2) you don’t have to think TOO MUCH 3) no one is judging you, and scrutinizing you at work on a daily basis like you’re some lab rat 4) you can plan your day as you want 5) you can fit in as much work out time as you want and STILL BE ABLE TO GO SHOPPING (or even window shopping if your husband doesn’t make that much money) 6) You can get laid and be fussy about it, and the next day, get laid again 7) someone buys you shyte 8) someone thinks you look beautiful and 9) you can watch TV for more than 10 min a day and actually follow a Pakistani drama to it’s completion.
Please explain to me what I was thinking getting an education, busting all these years of my life…to do what? Sit in my living room looking like a homeless person?
I think I should go sit down next to the homeless dude on the corner, I bet people wouldn’t be able to tell us apart.