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Monday, June 27, 2016

Almost!

I haven't told you this, have I?

I've taken the last two weeks of my internship off. Meaning that, instead of the first of July, starting Sunday June 19, my internship is practically over. Over, as in over!

Is that a good thing? Yes!
Is it a bad thing? Absolutely!

Comfortable as I may be now, I need to find a job as soon as I can, and I don't know where to start, let alone where to end. Do you know anyone who needs a general dental practitioner for no more than three months and "with no strings attached"? I'd appreciate it, thank you very much.

Why do I refuse any attachment with strings? For a reason. Also, I feel a need to start out slow, with a part-time job. I guess it's normal to want to take it easy at such a pivotal point in time and career as this, but I need the dough, man!

Hmm. Maybe I can get a job other than as a dentist. Maybe teach English...

Later!

Antisocial Media

Today marks the beginning of a new era. OK, not really, but a beginning nonetheless. I have, as of this morning of June 27, deactivated my Facebook profile. I was getting sick of the ridiculousness of what people "post" there, and started asking myself about the point of the whole thing.

It's true that social media in general provide a platform upon which to communicate with people on a broad basis--that they enable you to talk to people thousands of kilometers away--but the drawbacks seem to outweigh the benefits for me.

First of all, there's all the hypocrisy. I cannot for the life of me take it. Can no one stick to a certain set of principles and not break them for the sake of "social interaction"? Knock it off!

And then there's the rants. They say the empty can rattles the most. Please, please, stop the threats and the oaths. You are not going to do anything! You're just a civilian, given the unfortunate opportunity of internet access, and who can (sometimes awfully) type. Again, you won't do anything--you just talk.

The showing off? That's another story. Taking photos of your food and of places you go and "checking in" is not cool. OK?

And speaking of photos... People take that stuff too far. And I'm not only referring to the apparent narcissism. Once, I saw an instance where a guy took photos with his uncle, posted them on the latter's wall/timeline, and tagged other nephews. But get this: the uncle was dead! Yes, that's right. He was shrouded and ready to be buried. It was a sickening spectacle.


Will I reactivate my profile? I don't know. What I do know is that I should activate my brain for a while now, away from the internet's horrible noise.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Say No to Football

Here's just one point (of many) that I don't like about football/soccer. A player scores one goal. And then another. Later on in the game, the same player scores a third. This, do you know, is called a "hat-trick".

What's so tricky about it? If a player can score two goals in the same match, he's probably not only a good player, but is also in top shape in that particular game. He's the most obvious threat to the team against whom he's playing and should be the defenders' center of attention.

If the other team is "tricked" by the third goal, don't you think they need to find another game to play?

Thursday, June 23, 2016

This is Why I Shouldn't Write Fiction - Part 2

Azure is the best telecommunication corporation there is. And you better believe that...
The Culler


Samantha Mercury is a Customer Service Agent. Her job is to take care of dissatisfied customers who make a lot of noise--to silence them forever. Quite an easy task, just as long as she keeps her emotions in check.

On the morning of her 28th birthday, Samantha's target is the young and charismatic Matt Clever, a linguistics professor at Ohio State University, whose well-written letters of complaint have caused quite a sensation on social media. He's been having the worst internet connection since he was a senior in college. This time, Sam simply can't do it.

She doesn't know whether it's love or just fear of going into her thirties unmarried, but she will do all in her power to save Matt, even if it means turning against Azure and everything her agency stands for.

Armed with the best training there is, and aided by Professor Clever's experience in decryption, Agent Mercury has only twenty-four hours to put an end to Azure and expose them to the world for who they really are.


Thanks to agents like Samantha, Azure has been able to boast of a 100% satisfaction rate for over five years. Azure is the best telecommunication corporation there is. But Samantha doesn't believe that anymore.



"It's a [good] book." -- Don Braun

Thursday, June 16, 2016

The Argument Against Homosexuality

First of all let me point out a few notions.
First, homosexuality is a sin--in Islam, Christianity, and Judaism. And a punishable sin at that. Secondly, it is true, of course, that punishment in an Islamic state is to be undertaken by the ruling "system" alone, and not by individuals. I am mentioning these two facts here because--although I've been thinking about the topic for a while--there has recently been a "shooting" in the United States in a "gay club". The shooter was a Muslim, and, unfortunately, some Muslims set about posting stuff that they intended as a form of "defense" of Islam. Try to defend your religion if you can, but only if you can. Those unequipped with proper knowledge (even when that knowledge is simple and only requires that you read one verse of the Qur'an) should not try that, as it might do more harm than good--these individuals themselves being the primary recipients of said harm. I have no idea why that shooter did what he did. I do not support it. But I have to say this: I do not support homosexuality!


My discourse aims to discuss two pivotal issues that have arisen of late: homosexuality, and the pretentious condemnation of "homophobia" expressed unfortunately by some Muslims. And I say pretentious because it is my firm belief that these few only say the things they say to sound "smart" or "tolerant".

I stated at the beginning that homosexuality is a sin. Lot's people were the first to practice that deed, and there's more than enough mention of them and their destruction in the Qur'an to make it clear that what they did was, in simple language, wrong. But I guess that, in many cases, people who commit that act or endorse it care not an iota for religion. They might be atheists, or any other "big" word they give themselves.

Assuming that proponents of homosexuality are evolutionists, I would please like to know how homosexuality makes sense to them. Evolution, in any system, aims to, you know, evolve the system. Biological "evolution" brings to mind a process that not only advances a certain species and its "superior" traits, but also aspires to promote further propagation of said species. In short, homosexuality precludes any chance of procreation. Don't be ridiculous.

Those belonging to a similar specimen claim that Homo sapiens is not the only species to exhibit such tendencies; that many "other animals" have it as well. My knowledge is limited as concerns the credence of such a claim, but the obvious response would be that it has never been the goal of any group of human beings in the entirety of our history to actually act like animals or be like them in any way. Murder is normal in the animal kingdom. So is rape. And to my knowledge, animals do not mind stealing. You know what I mean if you've ever seen cats fighting over food, or ever happened to tune in to National Geographic. I've never heard of a judicial system for animals, so should we eliminate ours?

Some would argue that homosexuals are born that way; that they have no control over their own tendencies. You might find this difficult to assimilate, but anyone who's grown up in the Arab world knows that that does not make sense. Why? Simply because Arab "gay" people are usually ones that have no other outlet for their sexual desires. For instance, a sexually-deprived young or even middle-aged man who has not had a chance to get married (or one whose wife might have grown "too old" for him (or even for her)) might resort to molesting kids in the end. But the sex of these young kids makes no difference--it is no longer a matter of preference for this man, but rather of desperation and availability. I know that this is a taboo topic in the Arab world, but hushing it up won't solve any problem. And why do you think child molestation scandals spring up against priests every now and then? I opine that the same principle applies to those guys. Abstinence and access to children is a very bad combination. (And if you differ, how would you like to have your (future) children hang around a flamboyant homosexual? Can you answer that question honestly?) Excuse me for wandering off the subject. My point is that if homosexuality were indeed the result of an imbalance of hormones, or any other similar cause, then this might indeed be looked upon as a disorder. Another point is that if it were indeed a "natural" thing for humans, why had there been no homosexuals before Sodom?


I now come to what I think is a much more dangerous issue. Homophilia. I've coined this term to describe a human being of normal (yes, normal) heterosexual tendencies that "stands up for" homosexuals worldwide and calls for their rights. These claim to adopt the "live and let live" principle, and that they love all people.

If you're a Muslim, you have to know this well: denying anything written in the holy book is a problem. A huge one, too. Of course this also applies to other religions: you can't simply take what you like and leave what you don't if you claim to follow a certain faith. There is a big difference between committing a sin on the one hand, and saying that it isn't a sin on the other. The latter is a huge mistake that you should avoid at all costs. The Qur'an is pretty clear on the point of homosexuality. So if you're an Arab, trying hard to sound smart by "supporting" international issues, I implore you to rethink your priorities, and even your identity. It is really none of my business whether people of the same sex are allowed to get married in the USA. Promoting this "cause"--either by word or simply by Facebook profile picture--is not only against my religion, but also doesn't make sense to a Jordanian that has bigger, more immediate problems at hand.

A Polemic Against People

I cannot for the life of me fathom human beings. How do you deal with people that don't want to bother with acknowledging you as a separate living entity that also has rights and desires?

My problem can be broken down into these simple points:

  • When I hurt someone, they are mad at me. So far so good--they have every right to feel that. But there's no need to treat me like trash when the harm was unintentional and non-malicious.
  • When I've caused hurt to anyone, and try to apologize, they treat me horribly. Apology does not mean I'm placing myself at an inferior position to you!

  • When someone hurts me, and I point it out to them, they get mad at me. As if I weren't an equal to them, some think that I'm not qualified to have feelings.
  • When someone hurts me, and I just stay quiet, give myself some time to cool off, and only mention a few days later--if ever--they get angry with me. Why? Because I'm "holding grudges" or something like that. Or because I'm not being "honest".
If you're reading this and think that I'm mistaken, then you yourself are mistaken. I put up with a lot of nonsense from people, and it's repulsive when they refuse to put up with mine.

I am sick of most people...

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

A Ridiculous Short Story

Amnesia

I wake up with a start.

I look around. To my left, there's a red bike. I watch it glisten in the sun for a moment, but my attention is quickly diverted by the buzzing of fleeting cars on the highway on my right. I have no identification card whatsoever on my person, which makes little difference as I have no memory of what that is.

Slowly, I get up. I feel a bit lightheaded. I try to get as far away from the noisy thoroughfare as possible. There's a grassy slope on the other side. I have an inclination to take the bike with me downhill. As I reach the bottom, I find a circle of  college students sitting on the green, discussing classic literature and politics. A vaguely human instinct to ask for help possesses me. I approach them tentatively. 

"Hello, folks," I say jovially. None of them responds. "Would you happen to know who I am?"

They stare at me blankly for seven seconds before a dumb-looking muscular guy disclaims any knowledge of my identity on their part. I inquire whether they can help me. I tell them I might be suffering from amnesia, and they have a hard time remembering what that word means.

A few minutes later, I am on my own again, wandering aimlessly in the streets, wondering if I'll be able to start a fire when night falls. That is when a young woman with a friendly face approaches me. She calls me "Your Highness", and asks where I've been all this time. I ignore her question, and ask her about my identity. She looks shocked. She guides me to a dingy alley and thence we pass through a metal door whose key she kept attached to her necklace. I find myself in a big mess. A group of youngsters are seated on the large table. As we enter the room, a sudden silence descends. Presently, everyone gets up, and, facing me, place their right palms on their hearts, simultaneously uttering our meaningless greeting, made up of words from several languages, and then sit back down to continue their repast. "We have got work to do", the young lady whispers to me.


A few days later, I remember everything.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Loathing Your Clothing

I find it a repulsive notion that "society" gets to choose my raiment for me. Not that I'm against trying to look as "good" as you can--just that the whole "good" concept is vague and nonspecific.

Who decided that suits look good? I honestly think they look ridiculous. Oh, and why would anyone in their right mind tie a strip of fabric around their neck? Is it OK to sacrifice your airway for fashion? Do sartorial "needs" compete with those of vitality?

I know I am not in the least fashionable, but I least I wear what I want to wear. I pick comfortable clothes colored in hues I like. Shoes? They must be comfortable, or they'd be a waste of money. That's all that matters to me. I'm sure almost nobody who might read this would like it, so good night.


[I think I'm not bad at coming up with titles for posts I write here. Maybe I should stop writing anything other than titles!]

Imaginary Friends

I've never had an imaginary friend. Not that I object to the notion--quite the opposite. Also, this is not to claim the I'm entirely sane. I talk to myself a lot, aloud and silently. (I feel sorry for the Nigerian dudes that lived next door to my dorm room back in 2014; I used to practice my "evil laugh" in the bathroom.) Although imaginary friends suffer from the shortcoming of being "unreal", they boast some of the best attributes anyone might wish for in a friend.

They never disagree with you. I admit that disagreement is not altogether disagreeable, but in a society such as ours a disagreement leads almost inevitably to a fight. It's great having someone that cannot fight with you even if they wanted to. They even leave you be when you're sick of everyone. If you've got one, hold on to them real tight.

Imaginary friends don't embarrass you. (Partly because they care too much for you, but also because no one else can hear what they say.) They don't share your food. They take all your nonsense, and give you none. They don't judge and annoy you. They never act as if their time were more important than yours.

I am really beginning to contemplate the idea of getting myself one of those…

The list of advantages goes on and on, but here's the most important one for me: They know when to shut up!