It's like rape, that you can't stop or run away from. So you take it. And realize that you will have to take it from now on.
How do you get comfortable with rape?

A La Hamlet - Walaya Style

Actually, sometimes I DO have fist fights with God - verbal ones of course...but oh lord watch out for the flogging of an angry woman's tongue!

The nice thing about Him is that He always hears me out, always takes the punches and doesn't try punching back...I guess cuz He knows the drill by now:
a- a tirade of accusations b- alternation of bawling/blowing nose c- inner peace

More times than not, I get the nagging feeling He's just a spectator - an empathetic spectator of course, but still...

After that its party time for the little Miss Piggy in my tummy...comfort food here we come! On the menu tonight we have: McRoyal Combo Large, diet coke (can, not from the freakin' machine), chocolate sundae (extra fucking chocolate!)

N.B.Even if I have facial tissues at home, I always use toilet paper - the process wouldn't seem right otherwise - just staying true to the origins of this timeless one woman show showdown.

"Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret" - Judy Blume. Just an afterthought to this whole thing. That book has stayed with me ever since way back when.

Sometimes, though, I'm kinda embarrassed on behalf of all us humans for all the melodramatics we unleash on Him in private: "Why?! Why do you do this to me?! I don't deserve this!" A la Hamlet fashkh. Maybe we have to take it more like a man. Or maybe man doesn't have to take it to begin with.

I think maybe He's a spectator - an empathetic spectator - for a reason.

Oh well. Miss Piggy's hollering.

Icing and Shit

I had one of those being awake and paralyzed dreams again- you know? the one where something unarguably evil is crawling up your body? Your fully aware but can't move, can't scream? Only this time it was a toddler - and not a cute one.
Wow. As if I needed that to be thrown into the mix of shit. Icing on the cake.
Sometimes I wanna have a fist fight with God.

Highways

I don’t know – there must be other places than here or there- or my stance and yours. And there must be ways, highways, to maneuver between the two and maybe even reach a completely new destination. Things can’t be as confined as him/her, this or that, right or wrong. I’m guessing though, it’s not at our fingertips yet. But a beginner’s thought is good. It’s all good :)
In the end, what we don’t realize is that its all good.

I live for french fries.

7omara

How donkey can you be in a relationship? Quite donkey, actually. And to tell the honest to God truth? Most of the donkeying is probably done by ourselves.

It would be soooo much easier to label our partner king/queen of donkeyworld...but eventually, we'll be sending all our partners there..."where's the sense in that?" :)

I think, just for the sake of being privileged with a brain, I'll try assuming I'm the donkey for once. Malha el7omara? 7elwa folla wennabi:)