Worldy Aspirations

Maybe I’m wrong, but it seems like a lot of people around my age are too focused on dating and finding themselves a partner when they should be focusing on their career and grad school. Sure, its nice and all to have that special someone, but why make it a priority. I mean, what is it going to accomplish besides fulfilling gratification of pleasure and affection? Dates can be fun sometimes, but it will only lead to further distractions from important objectives.


I’m expressing all this because some of my friends feel that I need to back into the “scene”. They made it sound like women are a basic need for men and without it guys would remain unhappy. I told them there are more important things out there than dating and getting laid—You must be thinking, “REALLY?! There’s something far more important than getting laid?!”. No, there isn’t…is what i would be saying if i was still 16 and in high school! But, YES! For us unestablished postgraduates I feel that we should aspire to further our education and pave roads leading to our career goals and become established before we start looking for that life long partner.


Who knows, I might run into THAT girl tomorrow and get involved with her! Then this entire post would contradict everything I said and make me look like a hypocritical nut. But since I know that IT isn’t going to happen, I can continue criticizing dates, dating, and daters…I’m a hater. I’m hating on the concept because I’ve had great initial experiences that led to some of the worst experiences a human-being can face!… Such as her deliberately spilling sprite in my old Toyota! All I can do now is look back and treat it as a facetious meaningless memory.


Its reality. There are no perfect relationships. You can meet your dream girl but there will be conflicts—And that’s where it becomes interesting. You know you found that perfect partner when you guys are able to LISTEN to each other and make compromises that leave you both satisfied and happy. And in the process of compromising, one of you or both of you would have to make initial sacrifices to become content in the future. And when the dust settles, you two are still holding each others hands—That’s when you know you find that person.


And I feel pressured finding that person to fit in with the rest of my friends who are well-established in their relationships. Screw it. I’m not going to force myself to look until I’ve become established with my life first. God knows best.

Valentine’s Day is approaching and there will be a lot of kissing, hugging, fucking, and exchanging VD from all daters dating going on dates!

Love,

- Muus

+ More space in my room.
+ Deep conversations with sis.
+ Tutoring Student’s at Marshall Elem.
- Freezing like hell outside.
+ D-Rose representing The Bulls in the All-Star game!
+ Misericordia Residents.
- Still looking for employment.
+ Getting creative with new dishes using tortilla chip crumbs.
- Started studying for the GREs again.
- Birthday coming up.
+ Hanging out with Raz/April

The Mayan calender restarts in 2012 and many predict that’s when the world ends. Many predict it will end sooner then later but it depends impending on when a new soulful perfect ten replaces the soul-less friend and send him to descend into a ditch of used up men is how my world ends.

[Insert poem about being stuck]

Chicago is known to be one of the most diverse cities in the world, yet we are also known as the most segregated city in the world.


A great example is a the mile stretch of Devon Avenue  from Kedzie to Western. You’ll see Imams and Orthodox Rabbis walking down the same street walking past each other without even a glance avoiding each other like their bats who see an obstacle on their sonar.  No peep, no boo, no nothing. Its like their invisible to one another. Then their are Pakistanis and Indians populating most of the stretch; Not  everyone sings “kumbaya”, especially with  nationalism on their mind.

But given the right economic and social conditions can bring a uniformity of thought which could make us all get along. Its unfortunate to see segregation in such a diverse place. We should be thankful that we can peacefully live in a place where we have the opportunity to learn from eachother. Maybe one day we’ll get close to clasifying humans rather than by religion or nationalities or sexual orientation or other labels.

- muus

Growing up I was comfortable playing with kids that looked like the same ethnicity and with Muslim names that I grew up hearing. From birth to the age of 7 my closest friends were Desi(Deh-si) (Indian, Pakistani). I did interact with non-desi non-muslim kids, but not enough to get to know them and their background. At that age you don’t really give a damn about someones background; Its all about familiarity with the ethnicity you recognize, but thankfully times are changing and the new generation is interacting and connecting with others from different backgrounds!

By 2nd grade or age 8, I started making a lot of non-desi friends since majority of them came from different backgrounds.It was very refreshing and stimulating. In fact, I’m still friends with one of them! I remember one of my first interactions in that class with a non-desi. It was a kid who looked Indian: Brown skin, and desi facial features. I asked him if he was Indian hoping to hear the response,”yes, i’m indian just like you!” or “nope, im pakistani!”. I wouldve been pleased with either response, but when he said “I’m Assyrian!”, I felt my comfort bubble pop, the social boundaries i kept came crashing down! I was exposed to diversity!

I felt very uncomfortable mention to my mom who my friends were because I felt she would scrutinize me for not having any Desi friends—which she did, but I still kept my friends (one of my earliest acts of rebellion!).  My mom was uncomfortable in the fact that I was playing with kids who weren’t like us. Maybe she felt threatened they would pull me away from culture and religion; she was partially right about that—especially in high school.

In high school diversity expands beyond just skin, ethnicity, and color. Here you are exposed to different groups such as the arrogant jocks, potheads skaters, ghetto blacks, rich white kids, mob of asians, immature pranksters, dramatic hispanics, nerds, b-boys/girls and of course the gays and lesbians. Then you had someone like me who didn’t identify with any of those groups. And I never did. I hung out with all of them at different times in high school learning more about them. Behind my back, people would talk about how I had trouble identifying myself; I didn’t have trouble with that, I just didn’t feel comfortable being exclusive to any group. And for the record i was a gay basher along with others. In high school it was all about fitting in. I was the jack of trades and the master of none. I had a lonely role of a diplomat most of the time.


Then came college where its not only about fitting in, but branching out to complex studies and issues. This is where you truly find who you are unless if your a monster athlete like Lebron James who went pro after high school! He must’ve had a hard time deciding between NBA career or going to college being a communications major. But not all of us are prodigies like Lebron James. Most of us go to college to get a degree to help us get a career, but in the process we seek out ourselves. Our major (that we enjoy studying) brings out who we really are and our true nature.

I feel like i’m going off tangent because it is fucking 3:07am right now and I need sleep. But the point of this rant or journal is to present the evolution of diversity from my biased perspective. I grew up playing with only desis. Then I started interacting and connecting with both genders from different cultures and backgrounds. Then I began interacting with clique specific groups. Then I got involved with those who shared the same philosophies and ideas and interests. Eventually in college I would have a Asian-White-Pothead-lesbian-anthropologist friend.

*I might edit later. For now my diverse color bed calls for me.*

-Muus