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Here's an interesting story. Actually, you may have heard this already, but oh well.
In the Muslim faith, it's considered improper for a woman to go out in public with a man, unless he is her relative or she is married to him. So, a group of women in Egypt were curious as to whether they were actually allowed to work in the factory they worked in, where they worked alongside men. The Egyptian government ruled that if these women breastfed the men they worked with 5 times, then the men would be close enough to them to be considered family. My question is: what are they considered until then? What is the man to the woman when she's only breastfed him 4 times? Is that living indecently? This law just does not make sense. AT ALL!
Anyway, my life is currently at stand still. I spent most of tonight sleeping. Not even the books I'm reading appeal to me right now, but I soldier on.
My sister arrives from Arizona this Saturday. That should bring fun. And by fun, I mean hell. Not because I don't like my sister, but because I don't like the drama that comes from having to be around that side of the family for an extended period of time. Not even when my brother is dying of cancer can my other sister resist the opportunity to be hurtful at any moment. And probably the worst part of it is that I've learned to ignore the hurt pretty well- I try not to let them bother me, though at certain events, I get bitter once again. But my mom can't let go. And I have to listen to her talk about it all the time. When I tell her that I'm tired of it, she acts like I'm being selfish by denying her a listening ear. I understand completely that she needs someone to talk to, but that's what therapists are for.
Oh, yeah, and apparently I'm becoming "fat and ugly." I'm so tired of this.
In the Muslim faith, it's considered improper for a woman to go out in public with a man, unless he is her relative or she is married to him. So, a group of women in Egypt were curious as to whether they were actually allowed to work in the factory they worked in, where they worked alongside men. The Egyptian government ruled that if these women breastfed the men they worked with 5 times, then the men would be close enough to them to be considered family. My question is: what are they considered until then? What is the man to the woman when she's only breastfed him 4 times? Is that living indecently? This law just does not make sense. AT ALL!
Anyway, my life is currently at stand still. I spent most of tonight sleeping. Not even the books I'm reading appeal to me right now, but I soldier on.
My sister arrives from Arizona this Saturday. That should bring fun. And by fun, I mean hell. Not because I don't like my sister, but because I don't like the drama that comes from having to be around that side of the family for an extended period of time. Not even when my brother is dying of cancer can my other sister resist the opportunity to be hurtful at any moment. And probably the worst part of it is that I've learned to ignore the hurt pretty well- I try not to let them bother me, though at certain events, I get bitter once again. But my mom can't let go. And I have to listen to her talk about it all the time. When I tell her that I'm tired of it, she acts like I'm being selfish by denying her a listening ear. I understand completely that she needs someone to talk to, but that's what therapists are for.
Oh, yeah, and apparently I'm becoming "fat and ugly." I'm so tired of this.