My Impressions about tires, Lamb and wisdom

Wed, 05 Dec 2007 09:13:00 GMT

It was very interesting and most importantly Authentic!

We all suffer how fake people can be and how fake things can get...sometimes we even suffer from being fake ourselves but authenticity is like GOD...it obliges its beauty and existence and leaves you totally aroused by the experience of landing on the other side of the river, where things always looked vague yet interesting.

Yesterday was one of these days for me..I went to work earlier than usual to see how things were going cause i knew I'll be spending the rest of the day at the north coast...A colleague provoked the nasty part in me but i forced myself to totally ignore him...for the time being only :)

It was a long boring ride as i left my car and the slowest driver i ever had took us there..i can't believe driving on the highway in a Mercedes only 90 Km/hr...I couldn't say a word till i was forced to speak out when my bladder was about to explode.

After a great relief i was so relaxed with the cloudy skies and great weather..letting my thoughts fly up above..weighing and indulging what was going on inside that troubled spirit of mine when the scene of a squashed animal in the middle of the road woke me..hit me with the reality of how ruthless and sensless humans can be...It wasn't only about the highway and speeding cars overlooking ( lame crappy excuse ) the creatures of Allah - they happen to have lives just like ours by the way - it was a scene repeated on daily bases mid town, lanes and probably around the country.

I guess loosing the sense of value of ourselves as humans maybe the only excuse humans are loosing the sense of value to other creatures...yet, It's a crime to replace guns with tires!!

Reaching my destination was a good thing, stretching my legs was great but what was more awesome was the people i met..Bedouins of the coast. Authentic to the bone...with their Arabic style and the special tea pot with about 30 little oriental cups served to eight people...sitting on the floor leaning towards very clean, special and so comfortable cushions ...wrapped up by the scent 3ood .

It wasn't just about how it looked it was about their manners, I'll claim that they were better Gentlemen than most capital cultured men i knew...their word is truly more powerful than a contract and if they trust you from the first meeting they would literally DIE for you...so powerful in their territory and the minute the older man speaks your head gets a shower of wisdom..a couple of phrases to my head :

Whoever wants to eat Alone will not eat at all!
Don't enter a place with your power, enter it with your friend.

Of course coming out from their Bedouin tongue is totally different which leads us to the beauty and richness of the Arabic language whatever the accent is...

The lamb feast wasn't my thing at all cause i don't eat lamb but i enjoyed the look of the feast..how they gathered around to eat and how they sit and talk...the authenticity of the tribal rituals and the beauty of being special..at first i didn't know that they felt it cause it's their lives and what would be new to that...but later on i discovered how proud they were of their genuine rooted identity and how they fight for maintaining it and forcing civilization out from ruining their style...one of them said..we are the sons of the sky and the desert...and yes...they are.

Most people expect wisdom from old, experienced people and most people would be as impressed as i were later on last night.

I had a meeting that by all means i wanted to attend . I should've postponed cause i really really needed a shower after the long day and i had no time to go home to clean up, change and go ..so i thought...well that is part of Me...the filthy caller and it'll be OK.

And it was more than OK...I can frankly say i was impressed by a character that nicely glowed wisdom and tenderness...hours passed by smoothly and i was stunned to realize it was midnight on my way home :)

Eye contact is a powerful path that leads straight to the heart and as i easily maintained that out of comfort ..one thought stressed on me..."I wish I live to see my son this way"...and i was sure that i gained one special friend.

As you can all see..it was a win/win day for me...lots of more unwriteable ( i don't know if that's a correct word ) thoughts enriched the day.

And as usual i slept four hours only full of the day related dreams and woke up putting on my gray business suit...here i am at work since 7:00 am writing this while having a great latte and trying to figure out how am i gonna stop the Impulsive eating and start dieting again...hmmmmm...

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Sat, 10 Nov 2007 11:42:00 GMT

I'm gonna include some irrelevant photos just cause i liked it there..the place i mean..yet also it was astonishing to realize how sick it was to live those couple of days the way i lived them!

It's like an emotional changeable mode...the disgusting part is that it's Adapted to others...imagine how exhausting that is?

You probably don't know what I'm talking about so please let me articulate although i know this is one NOT supposed to be published post but then again...what the hell!!

Porto Marina is a great place for lovers..relaxed couples Or cute families but NOT for disoriented singles.

A Luxurious room with a amazing sea view...and palms surrounding that shore with intimate light and amazing non stop great music..Freaking' alone isn't exactly fun...but i relaxed ..tried to enjoy and kept the thinking mill rolling and hurting.

It was a single refreshing yet not very satisfying night...it passed and to Alex...my dream city i went.

Alex is a beautiful beautiful place to go to especially winter time...it's glittering and shiny...waves are a great sound that would tickle your senses and with the sea view AGAIN i had a great couple of days...completely doped and in a dream I've always wished for...

And like life it had to end and while I'm driving back on the rainy highway...yeah it rained real good...have i told u i love rain and cloudy skies? Well i do...it beats the sweaty summer anytime!

Driving back...thinking non stop of the madness i got myself into and the crooked sick situation i let myself fall for...realizing how strange one can be when he adores something that is so wrong, hurtful, humiliating and yet seems to have an amnesiac state when ever it hits then awakes under piles of shit that can't be rinsed off..

Why are things this way...why i know that yet get paralyzed and crazy??

I have no ****** idea.

After months of trying to cure and mend and logic things right...AGAIN I'm back to square one..ZERO i mean!

Distortion ain't the meaning...this is not occupying for the sake of it and this is not just any fault..

This is knowing and believing the truth yet ignoring it for a lie.

This is facing reality within and screaming from fear.

Am i loosing it again? i don't want to be the fragile disturbed soul...i wanna be tough like i am...i wanna kill the bastard that weakens me...the bastard inside.

The Caller: Alexmania

My Impressions about tires, Lamb and wisdom

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