Confused

Shouldn't I be happy?
I should. I am counting down towards my final days at my current job, which I hate.
If you need more reference to how much I loved my job, go here.
There is no way that anyone can get rid of regret. Even when you choose the best of two bad options, or when you walk away from trouble, or when you quit a bad habit, or even have a new hobby.
You would always counter argue the benefits of your current situation with stuff like: I could have delayed my decision, I could have fought a little longer and got some privileges, Smoking was bad but fun, I can spend hours at the gym but it is very expensive.
So for my job, I could have made a right decision to go there to the best of my knowledge then.. But know to the best of my knowledge, I can't stay there for one more month.

Did I mention that one of my friends thinks that this job was slimming down my chances in getting married? Or did I tell you that my professor tells me that I am lair and a thief for accepting that job? Not that I agree with any of them, but this information would make me look more of a victim to the 5 people who will read this post.

I also found a cockroach in my coffee, the AC hasn't been working for over a month and the toilets and the dirtiest ever.

But all that wouldn't have mattered, if any of the assignments I had worked on had seen the light. I wouldn't have mattered if sick leaves were not deducted from my annual vacation balance. And finally, if I didn't have to rewrite each document no less than 30 times just to get it out in the perfect shape and have it thrown away.

Life is too short to spend in a job you don't like. It is also too short to spend jobless. All situations are unfair.

صياغة

كريم حيث أن العلاقات الإنسانية لا يسعها ان تزداد حساسية أو تعقيداً أو حباً عن هذه العلاقة
يستأذن كريم ليقوم بالمشوار الصغير المعروف وهو زيارة الحمام بينما تجلس هى حائرة فى وحدتها فهى لا تعرف عن العالم إلا قليلاً ولا تستوعبها دونما ارشادته
أما هو مرشدها و حامل الراية والقائد لا يعرف مشاعره إتجاهها ولا يعرف إذا كان يريد الإرتباط بها أم لا وهى لا تسأل ولا تتسأل تتركه يستمتع بحريته. الحرية التى يسعى لها بكل جوارحه
يعود من مشواره الصغير ليقول:داليا أنا حاسيبيك
داليا: حتسيبنى؟
كريم: مش قصدى . أنا بس قصدى أنى لازم أمشى دلوقتى
داليا: بس دى طريقة غريبة قوى لصياغة الجملة سعدت داليا بنفسها سراً لاستخدامها لفظ صياغة
كريم: تصبحى على خير يا خير يا حبيبة قلبى
داليا: تصبح على خير يا كريم

تراجعت داليا فى كرسيها وجذبت خصلات شعرها فهذا هو الشئ الوحيد الذى تفعله دون الحاجة إلى مشورة او نصيحة من كريم. قالت لنفسها فى بؤس بس انت أصلأ يا كريم عمرك ما كنت معايا علشان تسيبنى

ثم أستدارت: زيزو التشيك بتاعى أنا وكريم من فضلك

فرد عليها: لا يا فندم استاذ كريم دفع الحساب تأمرى بحاجة تانية؟

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Yesterday, as I was driving, or rather stuck inside, my car through some intersection in Gezert ElArab St., in the fancy Mohandessien, a little female beggar approached me. She put her fingers on the door, and stuck her head out looking at me through the closed window. She didn't say anything, I didn't say anything either. We both know what she wants, and she is so busy fearing the worst.

The car in front of me moved so I had to move with it to get out of that hell. I signaled her to get away. Needless to mention, I lost track of when I had become so heartless. After I stopped some 1 meter ahead, she came back. I kept looking at her, her dirty fingers, nostrils and ear cavities. The only thing I felt like giving her was a pack of wet wipes. This moment of staring at the poor girl's misery felt like ages. Then the tight traffic started to get lax and I had the chance to run away from that torture.

The thought on my poor mind was: "How the hell did your mother manage to become a parent? She doesn't deserve it. Some other people, including myself, can make much better parents."

I bet some of the readers are know running to the comment box to throw the usual: "Da nasseeb ya benty" or if they have some humour they would go with: "Balash 7eqd ya menafsena."

Our disfunctional society mocks the girl who doesn't succeed in relationships. Should she appear in any social gathering, she is asked about her second half. Who on Earth thinks you are whole.
She spends her days fearing becoming a copy or her divorced boss or her chronically single friends.

I secretly believe that all the girls who claim to need to practice motherhood need to practice something else. They must crawl before they walk, if you know what I mean. However, I will stick with the "I want to be a mother arguement." Now give me your sweet comments of: "Every woman can be a mom, what really matters is what kind of mom you are going to be."

Why can't they be moms?
The idea of adoption was brought into the spotlight when Laila Elwy and Samah Anwar went public with their adopted kids. Of course everyone thought that both of them had the child of the wedlock.
Now, if a girl in her late twenties or early thirties goes to her parents with the above suggestion, she will hear whatever her heart doesn't desire.

• You can't take care of yourself, you want another human being totally dependant on you?
• You spend all the day outdoor, who will take care of the baby?
• Enty 3aiza elnas to2oll 3aleena eh?
• If you do that, your chances in marriage are going to get slimmer.

The above are only examples, you can contribute with the replies you expect from your parents.

And then the poor girl wouldn't do the adoption she was looking forward to, she indulges herself in selfish activities or any other sort extremeism (yemken elneqab yegeeb el3arees). And one day, she finds herself fatherless, motherless and childless. She could have been lucky with a nephew or a niece or even more who get a huge part of her income. Not to mention that her siblings would be sucking her dry out of her money because they think she has no obligations and that they should enforce the equality of income distribution.

Kefaya nakad!!

P.S.: I am ovulating!