Tuesday, September 12, 2006

On Life, Oedipus, and such..

Behold! I am actually sitting on a chair and intent on fashioning some sort of meaningful post!

So life's been odd.

Living on my own has been odd. Odd because it really doesn't seem to be that different. I leave the shower with a towel, occasionally walk around in underwear for shits and giggles (--my own, thankfully), and I may occasionally stumble, skip, and giggle in at 4 am instead of tip toeing in at 3, but that's about it.

My flight here was, of course, crazy. I'm cursed I tell you.

My seat was next to some kid decked out in black and whining on a phone. I dumped my bag down, took off my abaya and rejoiced at my forthcoming Liberty. Alas, my moments never last do they? The kid gets off the phone, turns to me, and starts chaaaaattering off for an hour. Seriously, he didn't stop until we landed in Jeddah. Ten minutes into his speal:

--"You know.. my mom's hot"
-"Oh.. "
--"No seriously, I mean she's really fucking hot.. if she wasn't my mom, I'd totally date her"
-"aaaalright there, Oedipus"
--"What.. no, my name is--"

Priceless.

Oedipus then went on to ask if I thought he looked French, if he should consider going blonde (I shit you not), and if I thought he was fat. Yes, it took every ounce of good breeding not to laugh. The funniest was perhaps when he started telling me about his ex-girl friend, whom he wanted to marry (.. breed more jackasses and such) but his uncle, prince what's-his-name dragged his arse back to Saudi and relieved him of his lovely dark green passport. I'm sorry... that was funny. If someone did that to me at his age (which is basically my age, but I can't imagine how that's possible), all hell would break loose. I find it amusing that prince-what's-his-name put aside his duties towards co-leading the nation (which include grinning profusely, eating heartily, and .. well, little else) to ruin the poor kid's dream of marrying a heretic's daughter.

Anyway, to my severe dismay, we had to leave the plane in Jeddah. Putting that Abaya on again was mental torture. We board agaaaain, and the kid kept talking until he fell asleep. At which point I thanked everything from Krishna to Buddha and called the flight attendant for that food I'd forgone earlier. We get to New York where I was yet again held in that wonderful interrogation room . This time my companions weren't the usual Saudi student and/or bearded folk, but --surprise-- pakistanis. The room was flooded, people were leaning against walls, sprawled on the floors.. you name it.
We were all equally suspected, equally interrogated, equally hated... God bless America!

I find it interesting that the blame game has shifted--out with the Saudis in with the Pakis--yet, I, am a constant variable it seems.




My trip from New York to D.C was also.. interesting, shall we say. It sparked a heated argument between me and my friend later in the week as I was rehashing it to him. Anyway.. I'll write baout that some other time. So, to be continued.. god willing ;)

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6 Comments:

So no roomie?

Independent life's so fabulous huh.

By  N.A., at 12 September, 2006 01:10  

hahaha nice story! Why can't I have something interesting happen to me on a plane! It's always an old guy who looks like he may pass away any second, some foreigner who barely speaks a language that I can communicate with him/her in, little kids kicking the living daylights out of the seat in front of them or a completely covered up lady who considers talking to any male worse than fornication!!!

By  -OT-, at 12 September, 2006 02:26  

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By  Stephen, at 12 September, 2006 05:53  

Welcome back to the area. Living on your own is over rated, especially if you have to pay for it yourself.

By  أبو سنان, at 12 September, 2006 06:43  

lucky you...real independence at long last

By  Sedna, at 14 September, 2006 16:02  

Banana, Bi- and homo- sexuality may be rampant, but I hope to God incest isn't. Re: gossip and secrets running many houses.. that's a given in a kingdom of silence.

N.A, yes to roomie.. she's busy though, one of these days she's gonna come home early and have a heart attack because of my antics.

OT, I doubt oedipus is your idea of interesting.. but ya looking back on it I was quite entertained.

Abu Sinan, The paying is sure as hell over-rated.. WHAT'S UP WITH THE HEALTH INSURANCE?!? .. it'd be cheaper to FLY home and get medical treatment.. hell it'd be cheapest to die.

Doomy, Because that's rude and I'm not.. and because although he might have seemed idiotic, people that tend to over talk and make asses of themselves are usually trying to compensate for something.. and it didn't hurt to lend a listening ear.

Sedna, a few ostracism, fights, and some pissed off grandparents later.. Yes.

By  Trevelyana, at 15 September, 2006 11:48  

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