Tribute To Ganoo9
This might be of no interest to anyone but the Almighty Ganoo9 himself. But im blogging this incident coz he wanted to know what i thought of the entire situation that happened between us and im not that great with conveying my thoughts into spoken language, so i might aswell.
There i was laying down on the couch eating another bar of loackers chocolate wafer biscuits when i decided to call Ganoo9 and have a little chit chat. Turns out he was headed down to Joha's Koshary joint. Nasty shit. Anyway, he invites me to go hang out. So i agree. By the time he'd be done eating his stuff i'd have finished getting dressed. This was a little before 8 in the evening. So i got dressed and was done by around 8:45 (yeah im a gurl.. i do take my time to prep myself) and i headed out to our rendez-vous point. I get in the car with him, and we take a spin around the area, and finally head back to the place where we started. I was bored already. He was in no mood to go far, since he was constipated i guess from all that trash he had eaten, but he refused to use the Burger King bathroom. Go figure.
Anway, we get into this heated debate about how i was still upset with him after all this time coz he wouldn't take me to Shaab Park, and how i felt he was a truely boring person and didnt know how to have a little fun. One thing lead to another. I cant remember all the stuff we talked about. Most of it was, and still is, of no significance to me. I started rambling on about how much of what he said and did didnt matter much to me, if at all. He was always telling me about the same boring old stuff that i wasnt interested in at all. Like his homeworks of future investment plans and what not. Its not that i didnt care. I just couldnt act like i was interested when i really wasnt. Especially if these were the only things he could ever discuss with me.
I started telling him about this R. Kelly number where he says something like '..and if you ever get her back, it will never be the same' and how when i got broken i got myself back together with superglue and now i was practically indestructable no matter what anyone said or did, especially him. He said i was '3ademat masha3er'. I agreed. I wasnt ready to get into a fight. He asked me why, for the past 2 or so days, i have been hell-bent on pissing him off and making him upset. I told him that wasnt my plan. I was only trying to make him see things from my point of view of things, my perspective. He said 'but did i ask you to tell me what you thought of me, did i ask you if you thought i was boring or not?' I said no, but i just felt like letting him know what i thought. He called me evil. I nodded and grinned. Ganoo9 said that everything has a weak point, even things that had been stuck back together with superglue. All superglue needed was a little bit of heat to make it melt. In my mind i agreed, but what i couldnt tell him was that he didnt have the heat i needed. He had long ago lost that touch. He was blinding himself to my simple needs. Simple, yes. But to me they meant something. I wasnt getting neither the physical nor the emotional satisfaction from him for the glue to start giving. I needed so much more than for him to ask me what my plans for the week were, or what i had done in the past few days he hadnt talked to me coz he was busy as usual with whatever it was that he was occupying himself with, and his lame excuses that he still uses to try and convince me why he had his phone off for the past century. I had slowly started to lose interest when i didnt find, in him, what i was looking for. I was no Hilary Clinton, and he was no Bill. I couldnt find the heart to be the way i used to be when i was around him. He didnt seem to know how to even put the effort to make my superglue melt. He couldnt satisfy my childish wish of wanting to go to Shaab Park. Not even a simple request like that could he fulfill for me. Its not that i was dying to go to Shaab Park. Shaab Park just symbolized all the small things i wanted to do, with him. 'Us' time. I could've easily gone with anyone else. Or maybe even alone if i really wanted to. A need he seemingly wasnt willing to satisfy.
He just couldnt get it.
There i was laying down on the couch eating another bar of loackers chocolate wafer biscuits when i decided to call Ganoo9 and have a little chit chat. Turns out he was headed down to Joha's Koshary joint. Nasty shit. Anyway, he invites me to go hang out. So i agree. By the time he'd be done eating his stuff i'd have finished getting dressed. This was a little before 8 in the evening. So i got dressed and was done by around 8:45 (yeah im a gurl.. i do take my time to prep myself) and i headed out to our rendez-vous point. I get in the car with him, and we take a spin around the area, and finally head back to the place where we started. I was bored already. He was in no mood to go far, since he was constipated i guess from all that trash he had eaten, but he refused to use the Burger King bathroom. Go figure.
Anway, we get into this heated debate about how i was still upset with him after all this time coz he wouldn't take me to Shaab Park, and how i felt he was a truely boring person and didnt know how to have a little fun. One thing lead to another. I cant remember all the stuff we talked about. Most of it was, and still is, of no significance to me. I started rambling on about how much of what he said and did didnt matter much to me, if at all. He was always telling me about the same boring old stuff that i wasnt interested in at all. Like his homeworks of future investment plans and what not. Its not that i didnt care. I just couldnt act like i was interested when i really wasnt. Especially if these were the only things he could ever discuss with me.
I started telling him about this R. Kelly number where he says something like '..and if you ever get her back, it will never be the same' and how when i got broken i got myself back together with superglue and now i was practically indestructable no matter what anyone said or did, especially him. He said i was '3ademat masha3er'. I agreed. I wasnt ready to get into a fight. He asked me why, for the past 2 or so days, i have been hell-bent on pissing him off and making him upset. I told him that wasnt my plan. I was only trying to make him see things from my point of view of things, my perspective. He said 'but did i ask you to tell me what you thought of me, did i ask you if you thought i was boring or not?' I said no, but i just felt like letting him know what i thought. He called me evil. I nodded and grinned. Ganoo9 said that everything has a weak point, even things that had been stuck back together with superglue. All superglue needed was a little bit of heat to make it melt. In my mind i agreed, but what i couldnt tell him was that he didnt have the heat i needed. He had long ago lost that touch. He was blinding himself to my simple needs. Simple, yes. But to me they meant something. I wasnt getting neither the physical nor the emotional satisfaction from him for the glue to start giving. I needed so much more than for him to ask me what my plans for the week were, or what i had done in the past few days he hadnt talked to me coz he was busy as usual with whatever it was that he was occupying himself with, and his lame excuses that he still uses to try and convince me why he had his phone off for the past century. I had slowly started to lose interest when i didnt find, in him, what i was looking for. I was no Hilary Clinton, and he was no Bill. I couldnt find the heart to be the way i used to be when i was around him. He didnt seem to know how to even put the effort to make my superglue melt. He couldnt satisfy my childish wish of wanting to go to Shaab Park. Not even a simple request like that could he fulfill for me. Its not that i was dying to go to Shaab Park. Shaab Park just symbolized all the small things i wanted to do, with him. 'Us' time. I could've easily gone with anyone else. Or maybe even alone if i really wanted to. A need he seemingly wasnt willing to satisfy.
He just couldnt get it.
posted by Extinct Dodo at 10:40 PM
2 Comments:
I agree with u.. The 'Us' times really matters.. u will never get to know the other person only by talking on the phone !!
oo by the way i Have a Q?
why do girls take a long time when they prep there selves ?!
yeah its a shame after 'being together' for so long.. almost 2 years of going out, not including when we used to know each other before that.. and we still dont really 'know' each other.
and after all the effort us chicks put into looking good for you ungrateful guys, this is the thanks we get? :P 9ij mo kafo LOL
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