Difference in the atmospheres
It’s a good description to what’s going on lately
I disconnected my self from my relatives lately
Some in years others in months
It’s not because I hate them or anything cause I’ll be laying if I said I do
Sure we might have arguments every now & then but that’s what families do
But honestly why suffer and drag our selves doing something the other despise or dislike
A story about this:
When we where in Cairo my ante daughter invited my brother especially and the rest of my family to al Saraya “something like a night club” knowing that he likes theses kinds of events. Told my mom to go with my bro and I’d stay with dad at home
But she disagreed and after a big argument she dragged me into it saying I should do it as a favor. So we went and it was a fire starter of an endless war or arguments.
We got there at 1 am and the place was packed to a point that some tables were stuck together meaning there will be a very big chance that you’ll setting next very close a stranger in the same table rather you liked it or not . I felt very miserable; board, sleepy and odd and everyone around could see these signs on my face. Luckily I had my mp3 player with me cause God knows what would happened if I didn’t had anything to do with, that night I sort of guessed why kids these days always bring their PSP’s and Nintendo DS’s with them.
Before I wine any further let me point out why I feel out of place
I don’t hear Arabic music that often “ewa ya 5waja” and if I did it would be mostly very old Arabic
All the performers were Iraqi’s and singing either Iraqi songs or new gulf songs witch both I rarely listen to and from all type of Arabic music in the world they JUST had to choose the one’s I’m disengaged with that night. Adding that all of them signed songs that was already been performed by the person before him/her so it wasn’t something that applied to me
I dislike these kind of places I mean I wouldn’t mind if it was a DJ at least they are ganna play something I’m familiar with
I wasn’t really in a mood to try and smile and fake till I believe it’s a real joy for me
Ok so I managed to survive that night but my mother wasn’t so happy about how I looked that night or how I acted cuz while the whole club audience were dancing and humming with the performers I was listening to metal at max volume witch unfortunately I think she could hear it as will “hearing Arabic & metal in the same fraction could be disturbing if you can imagine it” finally we left at 4:30 am cuz the performers weren’t that good yet I had a feeling the reason we left could be my fault tough . “My fingers hurts and my time in the net café is up” rumble to be continued ……
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