So at work am a total freak, a green alien with a big eye in the middle of the head (they go with green since they practically know nothing about my pink planet). I speak life, they speak life as well yet in a totally different level. I love my definition of life and hate their own way of living their lives, I hate the way they waste their lives. Does that make me judgmental? Maybe, yet I pity them, not all of them, just some of them.
I pity every single person who is missing out on him/herself. Not that ya3ni I am a super duper gal who is deeply in touch with her-own-self. Yet, I strive to get a feel of who am I, what life is. A friend once told me that am approaching this issue in an erroneous way. Ya3ni the definition of life and the way it should be lived varies from one person to another. Same like happiness keda.
Frankly speaking, I can not relate khales, I failed to connect with any of them. Mostly they are nice people whom their majority I don’t know and the minority are way far from where I stand. I don’t think I can draw near them as I am not pretty much into the “hot spot” they tend to dwell around, and I currently don’t have neither the energy nor the tolerance required to tempt them out of their orbit.
On another note, it has been sooooooo long since I had this true moment of connection with anybody.
Juicy stuff: ok, there is this guy who is a new joiner. Nothing wrong about having new people at work you know, it just happens all the time. But eih ba2a, Naroura is pulling the little mean witch inside her on the poor guy, and poor here is a figure of speech. Why is she doing keda ba2a?? Rateeba tattles “Self defense technique, mmm the girl is unconsciously resisting, you name it ba2a. Rumor has it she is developing a crush towards the guy”.