The Better Side of Things

Can I just clarify something?  Is that OK?  I don't hate Arabs.  I don't hate being who I am.  In fact, I love it.  I just realized that I always type out "in fact" by the way, and I am sorry for it.  Back to blog. I love who I am, the culture I am a part of, the food I eat, the holidays I celebrate, and life I live.  What irks me is how people perceive it on their end and how much of the majority obtain the same mentality.

When I blog about men, particularly Arab men, I blog because I cannot take the redundancy that I witness every time I meet someone new.  I am not afraid to admit that I am willing to meet men.  However, not the type that will take over my life and expect me to live on his terms.  What shocks Arab women most is that ALL men have that tendency.  What?  White, Black, Mexican, and Chinese guys can be just as controlling (if not more) than Arabs.

Therefore, this is an ode to The Armrest. The Armrest is the one that has chivalry up and down his body.  He is encased with gentleness and politeness and everything that is similar to gum drops and teddy bears.  The wonderful thing about Arab Men, many are The Armrest.  He is the Armrest due to the fact that when you walk down the street with him and when he wants you to hold him, he reverts to the 19th century style of handholding and I love it dearly.  He places his fist near his stomach, creating a loop for you to insert your arm and grab hold of him.  When you walk, it becomes unison and you have a sense of security. Your steps are to the same beat. You have the slight hop when you walk due to the excitement of the that one action. You have the protection and stability you have been looking for, all in that motion of grabbing his arm while you walk.  It's the walk that you won't forget because you show everyone that you two belong together.  You show Harlem St. that you two are unstoppable and don't give a damn about what the strangers think.

The Armrest opens doors, lets you in first, holds the chair out for you when you sit, and adores you.  This really does happen. I had that at one point.  Obviously do not have it now, but it was nice when I did.  I would love to give a kudos to any women that does have that, however.  Good men are hard to find, no matter who or what they are.  They are just hard to find.

I believe that finding the right person takes time.  It's all patience.  To the women that waited and didn't take any random man that knocked on your door for you hand, I congratulate you.  I congratulate you because you took the time to get to know the man for who he was and not for how much he's worth.  OK, not all women do that, they may play the "get to know" game to see what he has and if he's worth it, monetarily.  No worries, women are not perfect and I will soon bash them.

Patience is a luxory feeling.  You have to understand it in order to have it.  You can't just say you're patient and still shake your leg in nervousness.  You must understand that it will happen. Whatever it is you are anticipating will occur, just wait.  I feel that I am very patient.  I've been through so much garbage (garbage = life experience, not men) that I have no choice but to be patient.  Although, I don't think women a generation ahead of me are patient.  I'm starting to lose patience with them and their nonchalant way of telling me a loser because I'm not married with the simple words of "Ukbal 3ndik". I am going to one day create a human mute button.  What is this mute button?  When someone tells me I'm old and dry and need to marry yesterday, I punch them in the mouth and knock out their teeth. Then, instead of people talking about how you aren't married, they'll think you're violent.  When that occurs, people won't ask why you aren't married. Instead they'll assume you're violent and think that is the reason why.  Oh to live in the perfect world.

For those that just took the first one they met, I'm sure you have your reasons.  Whether it is to go to a new country, to get out of your strict home, because he has money, or because you want to get back and an old boyfriend, I feel sorry for your husband.  However, he's probably a jerk and karma is a bitch.  I believe it's true with the notion of getting what you paid for.  I don't think women like this need mute buttons.  Instead, I believe someone is trying to find the "off" button as a whole. 

My mat is pretty expensive.  It's not the quantity of shoes that step on it, it's the quality.

Also note: No, I am not in love.  So no assumptions here.