I woke up at 7:30 this morning. It’s a Friday, which means everybody’s gonna be home. But you know what’s different? It doesn’t feel like every other Friday, where I just wanna get it over with and move on to a weekday where no one is around much and busy with their own stuff to pay any attention to me. I don’t know what it is but it doesn’t feel bad.
I wish I had something today though, like go out for a class or meeting or hang out with friends. Speaking of friends, I was talking to this online friend of mine the other day and he was telling me how his best friend is the only one who understands him completely. I don’t know why, I’ve never had that type of friend in reality. I guess…reality would be the wrong word to use; in person would be the right word. Online I’ve met some wonderful people and there are a bunch of friends who are very important to me and there is this one girl who understands me, if not completely, I would I say mostly. But I’ve never had a person, even when I was little, who I could share my feelings and thoughts with. But I’m getting better at expressing myself than I could before, maybe that was a reason why I didn’t have a “best friend”? Because I couldn’t express myself enough? Maybe. BUT, everything happens for a reason I guess, so it’s all good. I do have some really nice friends now, who I can actually enjoy hanging out with. I remember before I use to know people who I called friends, who rarely ever understood me and I always wanted to change me. I’m glad I moved on somehow, I guess. But, I still do miss them a little.
Anyway, yesterday I made a real big mistake by going grocery shopping with my family. Yes, all of us went for some reason. It’s always annoying because when everyone is together, we argue for some reason. I’ve noticed this before and that’s always been the reason why I avoided going together in a big group with the family. Anyway, the first 15 minutes in the hypermarket I was lost and trying to figure out who was my mother in the annoying crowd. I hated how people were bumping into me and didn’t even have the courtesy to apologize. In all that mess, there were people who were staring at me as if I was wearing something funny when I wasn’t (I was wearing a yellow shirt). When I finally found my brother pushing the carrier through the loud people, we lost my mother and Yasmeen. Another 10 minutes wasted trying to find them. Then when we finally found them, I was being distracted by the lame people around me. Desperate for free juices. Annoying kids running around, almost getting hurt. And women wearing the abaya (burkha, or the black dress thing Muslim women wear). I almost mistook some old lady for my mother twice. But that’s not the weird part; the weird part is that an idiotic, lame, stupid song kept on ringing in my head. Tik Tok by Ke$ha!!! I hate that song because it always gets stuck in my head. I kept singing it in the crowd in a weird way, sort of like rapping. “Don’t stop, make it pop. D.J blow my speakers up. Tonight, I’mma fight, ‘till we see the sunlight” that line was repeating over and over in my head. Don’t you just hate it when that happens? But surprisingly it was a little entertaining to me. Singing and trying to squeeze in small gaps was rather fun, even if people gave me weird looks. Then finally after the most boring time I’ve had shopping, in a while, we left to have dinner at Pizza Hut. That was just another dull/boring dinner, but delicious one, we usually have.
Apart from that, nothing exciting happened this time either. I think you all must’ve gotten use to not getting anything exciting to read about Asmi’s life. So I’m gonna stop writing now and maybe leave you with a picture of something.
Keep reading! Chow!
P.S I chose the title of this blog on account of how many times I used the word ‘but’ in writing. I think that was on purpose. =]