Apparently, I have a "GIFT"
Hmmmm...
Bassem, Mazen and I drove up to LA today to see Myriam. Correction: I DRAGGED Bassem and Mazen to LA today to see Myriam and forced them to see the room I created for her. They liked it, but it was certainly not worth the 40 minute drive for them. We went into the village, had Pizookie at BJ's and visited Travis at work (U Dog). Very low key and also very, very cold night.
Earlier I made my final trip to Pep Boys to get the tensioner replaced in the Taurus. That is a weird place to go. I do not recommend for any girl with a pulse to go in there without a sufficient arsenal of mean stares and clever, scathing comments.
Justin, the manager, offered me a truffle and I was really reluctant. I mean, he just reached into his pants and produced it from his pocket and I wasn't sure if I should trust it. After asking him if he was trying to kill me and confirming that the opposite was true, I happily enjoyed some chocolatey goodness while being forced to watch Dr. Phil in the luxurious Pep Boys "Waiting Room".
I felt pretty official, though. I walked in and about three or four people called out to me by name...man those guys have great memories. Anyway, I hope I don't have to return there anytime soon..that's enough car stuff for Lara.
What's my Ara-o-meter today? Hmmm...well I think I was pretty good. Only one very large outburst on the car ride back from P.B. I had to pull over because the combination of tears and rain was just far too wet and blurry to allow for safe driving. I called Myriam as soon as I remembered how to use a telephone and she was able to put things in perspective for the time being.
I know Myriam is disappointed even if she doesn't say so explicitly. She really likes Ara, and was warming up to him quite a bit lately. I think my friends, including a very wonderful one currently in Paraguay, are in shock that such a great thing ended so abruptly...it scares them. Sol is scared for her own relationship because she knows mine was stronger than her's is. And the general concensus is that if Lara and Ara can't make it, who the hell can? But I have to calmly explain to people that love does not solve all...and it certainly cannot make a person who has even the slightest of doubts stay.
The thing is, Ara and I have the same priorities, but I wonder if he realizes that. I love my family, I embrace my cultural background, I respect the GENERAL principles of my religion and observe many aspects of it. I don't want to kill my mother by going against her word and I certainly dont' plan on giving up on God. Preservation of my roots is essential...but I am also willing to create a life that incorporates another's background and experiences. I want someone to share new things with me and introduce me to traditions and languages other than my own. I want to embrace another family and make myself welcome, no matter the differences.
Want...Want...It's just not strong enough to make things happen.
I am so incredibly sleepy but my racing thoughts are much too agressive and numerous to be able to fall asleep.
Bassem, Mazen and I drove up to LA today to see Myriam. Correction: I DRAGGED Bassem and Mazen to LA today to see Myriam and forced them to see the room I created for her. They liked it, but it was certainly not worth the 40 minute drive for them. We went into the village, had Pizookie at BJ's and visited Travis at work (U Dog). Very low key and also very, very cold night.
Earlier I made my final trip to Pep Boys to get the tensioner replaced in the Taurus. That is a weird place to go. I do not recommend for any girl with a pulse to go in there without a sufficient arsenal of mean stares and clever, scathing comments.
Justin, the manager, offered me a truffle and I was really reluctant. I mean, he just reached into his pants and produced it from his pocket and I wasn't sure if I should trust it. After asking him if he was trying to kill me and confirming that the opposite was true, I happily enjoyed some chocolatey goodness while being forced to watch Dr. Phil in the luxurious Pep Boys "Waiting Room".
I felt pretty official, though. I walked in and about three or four people called out to me by name...man those guys have great memories. Anyway, I hope I don't have to return there anytime soon..that's enough car stuff for Lara.
What's my Ara-o-meter today? Hmmm...well I think I was pretty good. Only one very large outburst on the car ride back from P.B. I had to pull over because the combination of tears and rain was just far too wet and blurry to allow for safe driving. I called Myriam as soon as I remembered how to use a telephone and she was able to put things in perspective for the time being.
I know Myriam is disappointed even if she doesn't say so explicitly. She really likes Ara, and was warming up to him quite a bit lately. I think my friends, including a very wonderful one currently in Paraguay, are in shock that such a great thing ended so abruptly...it scares them. Sol is scared for her own relationship because she knows mine was stronger than her's is. And the general concensus is that if Lara and Ara can't make it, who the hell can? But I have to calmly explain to people that love does not solve all...and it certainly cannot make a person who has even the slightest of doubts stay.
The thing is, Ara and I have the same priorities, but I wonder if he realizes that. I love my family, I embrace my cultural background, I respect the GENERAL principles of my religion and observe many aspects of it. I don't want to kill my mother by going against her word and I certainly dont' plan on giving up on God. Preservation of my roots is essential...but I am also willing to create a life that incorporates another's background and experiences. I want someone to share new things with me and introduce me to traditions and languages other than my own. I want to embrace another family and make myself welcome, no matter the differences.
Want...Want...It's just not strong enough to make things happen.
I am so incredibly sleepy but my racing thoughts are much too agressive and numerous to be able to fall asleep.