I had a final exam this morning and when I read the questions I just didn't feel like being examined.
Examination is beneath me. It isn't... I don't know.. Pragmatic.
It's not that I didn't know the answers, I just didn't want to get into them. I get this feeling a lot now. I remember a time when I would strangle someone before I let them walk away unconvinced of my opinions.
Now I'm more indifferent.
It's worked for me, untill this morning.
When, you know, I stared into space for a full hour instead of answering the test.
Botheration (yes, it's a real word) of the moment:
Those fucking idiots I am forced (well, choose. Whatever.) to converse with. The ones who think it's cool to call everyone "stupid Beduins."
Like they come from a fucking rainforest or something.
Very few people realize (and accept) that we are all Beduins.
It's fucking amazing if you ask me. I wouldn't want to be anything else. I love my heritage.
Anyway, they're the same idiots that think "Indian," "Sri Lankan," and "Filipino" are insults.
I told you.
Good luck on your finals, everyone!