Weddings, gay weddings

I just got back from a wedding that I attended. It was my first wedding. Not only was it a wedding at an extremely romantic environment. It was also a gay wedding. Two women professing their love blah blah blah.

I always thought, and maybe tomorrow morning I will, that weddings are for unfulfilled people. People who wanted to believe that they're happy and show other people that they are happy whether they are happy or not. Why would you want to tie a bond unless you're afraid of the bond breaking. Unnecessary ceremony that people got together for to prove their social status and their wallet size. Tonight and maybe for only tonight, my view has been changed.

I don't know how and when for just like it came it went away. This moment of bliss. It seemed like these two women weren't getting married for themselves. They were doing it for ME. To let me know that something "abnormal" could feel so good. That this is not so they could show the world how much money they have or how unrealistically optimistic they are. This is to show me that no matter who you're copulating with, you can survive in this mean judgmental world and have your 60 years old father be happy for you. It doesn't matter what people think, that you will go to hell, reside with Satan. All that matter is that you are here and people who love you don't really care that you have sushi 3 times a day. For a moment there I felt a huge rush of unconditional love go through me. This is getting very cheesy but our lives are cheesy, with hot chips and ground beef too. So if two same sex people want to get married, go right ahead. You have my blessing and my unconditional love to whatever you do in your life.

who knew the bitch would crack

I watched a movie called "A New Day In Old Sana'a" not too long ago. It's available via youtube, fyi. Actually, I'm nice so I'm providing the user and the actual videos are below the post. I enjoyed this movie a lot. The portrait it painted about Yemeni (and I think a lot others in general) culture being so obsessed by reputation is something that pains me much. No matter how hard I try to escape it's always right there. Closer to me than my shadow. This takes me back to when I read Othello. Here is what I'm talking about:

CASSIO
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost
my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation,
Iago, my reputation!

IAGO
As I am an honest man, I thought you had received
some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than
in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false
imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without
deserving: you have lost no reputation at all,
unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man!
there are ways to recover the general again: you
are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in
policy than in malice, even so as one would beat his
offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion: sue
to him again, and he's yours.

This is my rant. Take it and throw it in the ocean in a bottle filled with hope. May it reach the darkest places and be released to spread some light.

I'll show you what it means to be serious

I've used up all of my tears

Last day in 7th grade two boys came up to me while I was waiting for the bust. One of them took a water bottle and kept hitting my face, yelling out "cry, CRY, I want you to cry". I didn't cry. Until I got home.

When I was 10 my mom took part of my allowance so she could save it for me in order to buy something "big". I said ok. Then I cried in the Kitchen because I didn't think it was fair that other boys had money and could spend it how ever they seemed fit.

I used to live in a basement without a door. I told the landlord to install one. She told me that I need to hold my horses and if I don't like it I can leave. I cried that night.

When I came to the States I remembered that I made my sisters cry. I called them, said sorry and cried when I hung up.

I have cried so much that I don't think I can anymore. I sometimes think if I'll cry if one of my parents die.

it's not un common to have one bigger than the other!

will you feel better if you told me?

Well, whenever I get inspired I try to write about it here because I would love for you to be inspired as well. Maybe more, maybe less. It's actually me being selfish more than anything because I want to feel a sense of accomplishment and I'm using you to do that.

There's this website I came across. It's one for people to post their secrets. I am selfish so I won't post the link to that site. No one knows who you are. Just post it in the comments box and experience whatever it is that you experience when you write something down that no one else knows. I can't do that because you might know me. I am asking you to post one for my heart to ache, laugh or cry. I don't know you and I don't want to but I want to know your secret.

what are your three words?

Hi there. My 3 words are "I am inspired". This video is amazing. Queen Rania IS making a difference. Please tell me what are you three words?