I am HUNGRY for writing.
I wrote a post today on the happy bus. It was cool to write while I was jerking and rocking as the bus kept stopping.
I recently realized that more women are wearing the hijab! (Yeay, there are more me’s :’) ) Back before whenever I saw a woman wearing the hijab, I would stare at her, mentally praise her for her religious devotion, and just wonder what a God-loving woman she is.
Now we see them everywhere! But unlike some of them, I wear the hijab even after I reach my destination (unless that destination is home or somewhere without non-mahram men). I know a lot of girls take off their hijab when they reach school, someone’s house, etc. But I wear it nevertheless, so there’s the difference you can find between someone doing it for safety or for religion. I believe the purpose of it in religion is for more protection in case someone around is a nut-cracker (Me means “nutty”, but not Mon-Nutty, if you know what I mean), but some prefer to only wear it for “outside-protection”-only. At least they know the importance of it is what makes me happy :’)
Agh! I forgot why I was even writing! I get distracted as my thoughts come and go whilst I write- unlike when I talk when I think a lot before speaking. Social anxiety or wisdom? (I say both, mothaf*ckahs! Did I really write that?)
Well, anyhow, my not-a-feminist-but-daughter-loving Dad made another statement today LOL. I mean, you’ll only find it funny after I explain a bit about his…uhhh…psyche. 🙂 So today a lady at the super market packed our things and put the yogurt at the bottom of our bag. Now the delicate, plastic yogurt-containers should’ve been on top of the heavier things. We discovered the fault when Dad was speculating our bag on the rickshaw. When he saw the yogurt at the bottom of the bag, he was all, “Women are dumb. This lady put the yogurt at the bottom!”
I didn’t want to say anything to Dad because……this was coming from the man who asks me if the dinosaurs in Jurassic World are real or not. Yeah. Like even if dinausors still existed they would be used to chase and eat actors xD
I told about the Dinosaur-incident to Mom and Mom told me of a similar experience with Dad. Once he was watching this animated film where all these large bees were dominating the world. Those giant bees were flying in groups and eating people and taking away the babies from their mothers. And Dad was so scared, “THOSE BEES ARE EATING PEOPLE!”
“Don’t embarrass me, Kamal!”
“What if those bees get me?”Just look how they’re flying off with those children!!? D: ”
Mom didn’t know what to think after that. Huehuehue. You’re the one who married him!
So anyway xD The only exception Dad makes for me in this species of women is just because I am related to him. And that’s pretty smart ; he is indirectly glorifying his freakin’ O-Negative blood and genes 😮 (A moment of silence for his ingeniousness) Even though my Mother helped him get his education-he is still like this. I mean. C’mon! You were freakin’ given education by a woman! A W_O_M_A_N! But, in the wise words of my Guru, Taylor Swift, “And the haters gonna hate hate hate hate”.
So Dad’s gonna hate all those not-Mon-women anyway. But I hope you enjoyed reading about Dad, I certainly enjoyed writing about him. His silly-anti-feminism is why he is the only non-feminist I still love. And he, like me but in a different way, shape and form, is a psycho in the making. He is too silly sometimes to let me be derailed by him xD So anyhow…
No Ferociously-Giant Man-Eating bees and…
Peace out BI