Hey, everybody! I know everybody isn't a whole lot of people, but I hope that everybody who does enjoy my work can read this and enjoy this, too. It's basically stories from my life and how it translates into a fact of life, then a moral that you should follow. I'm not saying 'hurr hurr, bitch, I'm a freaking genius. Listen to everything I say!' I just decided to write a story of my life. I'm not adding any personal info (names, addresses, ages, etc...) It's kind of like My Thoughts, but I realize when I started writing that it was meant to be fun, and sometimes it wasn't, so now I'm gonna be serious here. It's not important to read this, I'm just writing it to write it.
Chapter 1
23/07/2012
Well, it's 2:54 AM and where am I? At my laptop. Of course. Now, don't go counting me out as a no life just yet. I have a reason to be up right now.
As some of you may know, I am Muslim. And right now we have started the month of Ramadan. What is that, one may ask? This is the month where, from sunrise to sunset, Muslims fast. And then, from sunset to sunrise, we can eat. So what I do every year is I stay up until sunrise, and sleep most of the day off. Wanna know something crazy? I woke up at 2:54 PM earlier today. Irony at it's finest.
Anyways, that was pretty off topic, so let me just get to the point while I eat my last meal for the next bazillion hours. In this month, Muslims should be on their best behaviour. Well, we should always be on our best behaviour, but this month especially. And so that means we should learn to be better people for the future, let go of past grudges, and so on. And something I find about myself is I'm not to great to my parents. What I see, and have seen over the years, is that all they want to do is give me the world and all I do is give them their shit back to them. Every time they say something I don't like I snap at them and get all worked up about it. And for what? My dad works 13 hours a day on weekdays, then works a good four more over the weekends, pays the bills, and everything. And all I do is go around wasting money and being so, so bitter.
My mom is a stress case. All she does is cook, and clean, and cook, and clean, and cook, and clean. It's like her OCD or something. But while she's doing that (she's a teacher, so she doesn't work other than some volunteer work at the hospital during the summer) she's always being a great mom. She's always teaching me something new about life, and even though I try to be that mature teen that "doesn't need to hear this shit all the time", I think it's really cool that she talks to me anyways. I know so many people who wish they have a mom like mine, and all my friends just love her.
And all I ever do is complain. "OMG, mom, get off my ass. You're always yelling at me, I don't need you to tell me what to do all the time. Fuck, blahblahbitchbitchbitch." That's probably what I sound like. But I really am grateful.
So what I've decided to work on this year is to be more appreciative of my parents, to be nicer to them and more respectful. Because they aren't going to be there forever, you know? There will come a day when I'm on my own, and I don't want to live my life wondering what it would have been like if I'd just listened to them.
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The Story of my Life
Non-FictionI have many outlets for pent up rage or ideas: My stories, my poetry, My Thoughts. But sometimes joking about it or being depressing isn't enough. Sometimes you just need to just say things. So this is all about things I learn when something, anythi...
