Monday, January 3, 2011

get ur dick outta my biz

Most of my teenage life was study, homework, and gaming. Dating was the last thing on my mind. I always saw it as a distraction and never thought of doing it simply because every middle school relationship I saw didn't last more than a solid 2 weeks. Throughout high school, I kept quiet and never announced relationships to anyone - especially my family. I didn't want shit from them. My dad enjoys making fun of me and my step-mom wants to know every detail. My personal life had to stay away from family life, things are just too easy to exploit. But my brother never learned that. He's been a momma's boy for the longest time, and will let my parents protrude his life like a Proctologist would protrude his anus.

To begin, my brother has no social life. His constant nurturing and spoon-fed ways have led him to being bullied and not able to have a nice handful of friends. He has transferred school constantly - going through four elementary and middle schools in under 5 years. He is bounced around so he can get the best "education" (which doesn't make sense: Florida's Department of Education has STRICT guidelines with how teachers do their business). He has gone through friends like a hooker goes through condoms. I genuinely feel bad for him and offer to take him with my friends out to places. He constantly talks and says the stupidest shit. The kid is 13 and acts like he's 9. I always get the "sigh of fail" everytime I respond yes to "are you bringing him?" There is only so much I can do, but he has been raised like this - it looks like it's too late.

In this new middle school he attends is a horrible infestation of preppy white girls and jocks. With this fine selection of students is drama and high-maintenance girls who just want to have fun. Recently, someone that found him mildly attracting started flirting with him - ONCE. Jumping at the chance, he asks my step-mom what to do. Worst Mistake. She instantly probes every single conversation and text message he receives from her. She controls him like a puppet into saying the stupidest things. The poor girl's parents tell her not to even think of dating this crazy kid. But that doesn't stop it. She tells him to convince the girl he can get any girl he wanted.

To make a long story short, he is now known as the kid who will never have friends and will get beat up by beefy boyfriends soon if he keeps letting mommy talk to random girls from his class.

Sometimes, people need to grow a pair and think with our OWN heads. I have maintained and continue to hold onto a 6-month relationship. It may not be a lot, but it is moving along nicely. Quite honestly, I've done everything by myself and haven't asked anyone for advice. Things look like it's smooth-sailing from here. My parents STILL don't know of it, and I want to keep it that way as long as possible, because they like drama. If you ever notice, it's always others who break your relationship. They stress one small flaw until it echoes in your head and pushes you to the breaking point. It's just a simple request: pull your dick out of my business!

Sunday, January 2, 2011

US Pop Culture and Refugees

Growing up, I always felt bad for people, especially kids, who came to the US seeking safety and shelter. Cuba, Iraq, parts of Africa, and so on. There is one person in particular I couldn't give a damn with what happens to her. I've seen her since middle school, but high school is when I learned about her when she did a quick presentation to my AP World History class. She came from northern Iraq, and is of Kurdish descent. If you don't know, the Kurds were targets of an Iraqi Anti-Kurd policy in the 1980's, forcing them to abandon their homes and venture away to avoid being captured and executed. It was estimated almost 100,000 Kurds were killed and 20,000 died from heat exhaustion.

Steering back, I listened to her story. It caught a lot of emotions, and had me going. But what I noticed during her empathetic tale was that she really didn't care. In fact, she looked like a typical american - except really ghetto. I watched her go from quiet and nice in middle school to a complete high-maintenance bitchy little bitch-bitch [Yes, I can use bitch three times in one sentence!]. Alone, she wasn't much of a problem, but with her "homies" and "homegurlz", she would call you out and make fun of you, acting like a total asshole. She was a complete bitch and had a sour attitude.

The bottom line is: don't come to my home country treating people here like shit and expect sympathy. You came here as a refugee. You came here so you weren't slaughtered like the rest of your friends and family who are still there. You came here for Freedom of Religion. Now that you have the opportunity of safety here, you have abandoned everything and blended in with the wrong group of people. I know damn well if we stuck you back in that shithole you crawled out of, you'd want back and stop being such a rebellious whore. Don't take advantage of what this country has given to you.