Jaws (and IQ) Drop in Disbelief

I think it's a pretty simple request, folks: please believe me. I know I may guise the truth with humor or sarcasm, but the truth comes out shortly. So if I make a simple statement, please believe me. Not everything requires an interview and 10+ follow up questions. If I tell you I'm going to dinner, I am. Please don't say "but it's late." Yes, I am aware it is late but that will not stop me. If I say I have a midterm, please don't try to confirm with "another one? But you had one Tuesday." Yes, that is true. It is also true that I have one tomorrow. Do you think my professors will say "oh, but Zahir has a midterm Tuesday, so I will not give it to him on Thursday." If I say I will stay up all not studying, do not ask "are you going to sleep?" You're wasting time and brain cells.

And why do laundry detergents advertise to make your clothes smell like Spring time rain? My sweater got drenched in spring time rain yesterday and it smells like crap.

Not Yet?

Today was seemingly the longest day every. Maybe it's because I attempted two naps today or because my naps were just really bad. No se. Let's see. I went to Arabic, then tried t nap, I stood by the letters, went to class, and tried to nap again, went to the rush event, went to Greek 101, went to Ali's place. I think it's just the latter portion of the day was filled with so much to do. That could be it.

On a brighter note: my poop book came today. It's the book I read while sitting on the crapper. It's Malcolm Gladwell's The Tipping Point. I would have preferred Outlier or Blink but they were too expensive, so this will be good enough for the moment.

And the day continues on into the night.

Wait…I Didn’t Ditch School?

Sunday was a vacation day. I spent time and money for myself and my sanity. The relaxing and amiable tempo and vibe of the day, weather, and company are ineffable.

That is all.

The Pre-reqs of Life

I sometimes hate pre-reqs because they're not necessary. Sometimes they're very necessary. Like math for example. Try taking multi-var without single-var. HA! You'll have better luck translating Latin into English. But other classes, the pre-requisites are arguable, like English 1B for English 1C. I myself never took English 1B, so I'm not in a position to complain, but I've heard many people do it.

There comes a time when we realize the pre-requisites to the ways of life.

I firmly believe that love can solve all of the world's problems. Love for ourselves, love for others, love for anything that we believe in. With this love, we can resolve the issues of war, hunger, global warming, and financial crisis.

But I think I skipped a step. I was thinking with too much optimism. Not everyone can love. Not everyone knows how to love. Before we love, we must listen.

Some of the people that I don't enjoy interacting with, I've realized the main reason I don't like interacting with them is because they don't listen. Their repetition of what I say is more pedagogical or condescending than communicatory. Please don't teach me shit I just told you about.

So the lesson I learned: loving can only come from listening. To teach how to listen, I must open my ears first and be patient. I would like to make a case that patience is the pre-requisite for listening, but that's another blog-post.

When it Comes to Words

Whenever I have that regret and say to myself "I should quit and be a writer" , I usually just say that because the grass is greener on the other side. I really do enjoy to write except I don't think I love it as much as I do. I think I love it just as much as any normal person. Real writers, the ones who cannot put a pen down, suffer from writer's block. I on the other hand, a faker writer, have periods of writers flow. Instead of having this mental wall where nothing creative seems to come out, it's like the spigot is set to maximum flow and all these ideas come rushing out and I have to find a feasible way to get them on paper. If I were a real writer who truly loved it, they would all be on paper. But no, I'm a fake writer so they just stay in my head and the closest to paper they get is either here, digitally, or in the margins of my econ notes (if it's really special, it'll go in the back of the notebook on a whole sheet of paper!)

No Lies

There seems to be love in the air. Everywhere I turn; there are couples being made and relationships being forged. They may not be Facebook official, but something could be going on. From an economists point of view, that leaves about 10 weeks for the relationship to bud giving prime profit for the Valentines industry.

As for me, I'm not getting involved; too many things on my mind. And besides, there's that whole commitment thing I need to work on.

Anyways babe, it's true, "these feelin's won't go away. They be knockin' me sideways." I can say it all I want but whether you believe me or not is the issue. You're waiting for the right man to come around, but even if he did, would you give him a chance?

Let's learn to laugh and grow together.

-Z

Los Angeles – the only city where rain creates as much chaos as a terrorist attack.

I'm ambivalent about the rain right now. I like it because there's opportunity to do winter things like sit and read by a fireplace or splash in puddles or enjoy hot chocolate. But deep down inside, I'm a cali-boy. I need to wear my sandals, I need to wear shorts. I need to be able to see the sun at 4 pm no matter what "season" it is. It's not being spoiled, it's being from California.