It is that time of the month again, where I throw out some random thoughts for you all to consider.
- Groupon and businesses of that sort are making it possible for me to do things that I may not have ever thought about doing before, in a most affordable manner. Take for example, I was able to take a crepe making class this past month. It was exciting and thrilling and most certainly tasty. I am now signed up to take a stained glass class. Again, never thought, “Hey… You are an artsy-crafty sort. Why don’t you take a stained glass class?” But thanks to Groupon, my horizons are open for new experiences.
- A few weeks ago, I overheard a conversation where someone was discussing all the languages an acquaintance of their’s spoke. I was impressed until I heard they speak “American”. Really? Now friends, I know that oft-times I come across as arrogant about my own intelligence. But I feel that way because I am surrounded by people who are not nearly living up to my standard of intellect. If you live in the United States and speak “American”, please just leave. Also leave if you think that “Pakistanian” is a language/ nationality. Go read a book, preferably a dictionary, and come back in a few years for re-evaluation.
- In the summer of 1994, when I was a younger woman, my friends and I engaged in water warfare one day. It was a day full of water balloons, Super Soakers, coolers full of water to reload when we needed to entrench ourselves in the park and surprise attacks. One didn’t know who was on who’s side. And loyalties flipped in a moment. One second you were covering someone’s back with a water balloon and the next second they had turned their Super Soaker on you. I remember my friend Tony driving off in my car to get reinforcements and more water while I was ambushed in a playground and drenched mercilessly as I lay on the mulch covered ground. I’ve been thinking about this incident quite a bit lately, kinda wishing I was a teenager again. Good times like that aren’t nearly as easy to come by as an adult. Although if anyone would suggest it, I would be up for a water war again. I’m not as fast at running away, but I am much more cunning now. So maybe more dangerous…
- There are some things that I wish I could do but can’t. But some of those things I can fake doing. For example, I have two left feet. But I can fake dance with the best of them. Other things, such as whistling, I have tried and tried and tried and to my dismay, I have made no progress at being able to do so. As a result of this, I am insanely jealous of people who can whistle, especially if they can whistle songs and such. I am so jealous that I am convinced my eyes turn Hulk green and my skin takes on a chartreuse hue reflecting the ire and turmoil I feel inside. Last night, a friend of mine whistled a little tune causing me to turn into monstrously jealous Farheen. I spent the next hour, futilely trying to whistle. All that resulted was my lips got tired of puckering and I had to take comfort in the fact that my mouth skills are mighty as I can do the cherry stem thing and settled for beating him in a couple of WWF games. Moral of the story for you readers? Don’t whistle around me. The moral for all of us is that perhaps one shouldn’t dwell on what one cannot accomplish but rather that which we are capable of doing. This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try, though. Just don’t turn into a monster, like I do. It’s not pretty.
- I find it intriguing that to get into most graduate programs in English, one must meet a foreign language requirement. This is proving to be a bit bothersome for me, as I never had any desire to learn a foreign language, being fluent in Urdu (Pakistanian for the less edumacated readers out there) but I do want to continue my studies in English. Seems a little odd.
Anyway this has been the random post for June 2012… I welcome your commentary and critique, as always.