How to be pure

He was staring at me non stop. It was probably my man bun. I was looked at in weird ways by abusers, liars, hypocrites, cheaters with a few thieves thrown in. But they were better people than I was. They were the chosen ones, all hand picked by God himself. Anyone to forfend by what they believed was wrong, were WRONG. There was no messing with those people.

I was covered in shame, trying to hide my face using my hair. Since they weren’t pleased by the man bun, I untied it and let my shoulder length hair cover my face so I could hide behind it. I took a peek through the layers and they weren’t happy at all. It felt like they were casting me out of heaven forever. I left there with hate and promising to grow my hair even longer. I have now become stubbornly hateful because I was jealous of those who had the key to heaven. Since I was out anyways I was gonna be bad to the bone.

After watching Terminator 2 for some motivation on being bad to the bone I got even more upset because the bad guy was liquid metal and there was no way in hell I could be like that. Great, now hell too.

I took a good look at myself in the mirror and realized that I wasn’t casted our of heaven yet. I am not dead yet. I have time to redeem myself and have a clean bun instead of a messy one.I figured I’d start there. I felt better about myself. I went in to work lifting my bun with pride. It was all neatly tucked in and I was getting less dirty look and more clean looks.

I then saw someone walk in with an undercut. How dare he walk in here looking like that?!!! Where does he think he is? This is the middle east. Then walked in a women with a pierced lip. HOW DOUBLE DARE YOU? You both ought to DOUBLE DATE. I then remembered how I was casted out of heaven with mere judgmental looks. I stopped casting them out and smiled at them. They looked at me weirdly. I smiled even more hoping they could the read the smile, which read ” It’s okay, I understand. I know what you go through sometimes. And I’m not casting you out of heaven, don’t worry.” They walked out and we lost 2 potential clients. But at least they walked out knowing I was with them.

I made another decision , to never try and cast anyone out of heaven again or give them judgmental looks. We are all going through our own journey and kindness always wins. I was gentle with myself and It worked. The gentler I became with people, the more they accepted me and I them. I formed a bond with myself and a pact to never judge anyone based on appearance, race, color or food choices ( I’m working on this one ) .

And how did I get my self out of hell after being casted out of heaven?! It was one good decision. And I think that’s something I ought to work on more often. Making better decisions. 

I have rid myself out of the purist mentality a long time ago and have met and made more friends with people from all walks of life. Some who didn’t even walk much. And I’ve accepted them in my heart. It all started with a better decision. So the next time I make a move, I’ll think of the better decision and take that one step forward. We will always be on a high horse and look down at other, the purer we are. Lets rid ourselves of purity. It’s non existent. Making a better decision exists and the next good decision will be to post this.

DONT BE A PURIST. MAKE BETTER DECISIONS ( Note to self )

 

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JE SUIS HADY

The worst carnage occurred at Bataclan, with at least 80 left dead. A journalist who was at a rock concert there escaped and told CNN: “We lied down on the floor not to get hurt. It was a huge panic. The terrorists shot at us for 10 to 15 minutes. It was a bloodbath.” Julien Pearce didn’t hear the attackers speak, but he said one friend who escaped heard them talk about Iraq and Syria. Later, he said the men were speaking French. Two men dressed in black started shooting and after wounded people fell to the floor, the gunmen shot them again, execution-style, he said.

So this is all the world is talking about lately. Today I was having dinner out and someone nearby was talking to his friend and having a heated conversation and he clearly said: ” Well you know what, f*** France”. It didn’t disappoint me at all. I was more disappointed at the flags being put up. I thought to myself why are we putting up flags? Why is Facebook and Youtube supporting France like no other country? Is their cheese that good?. And why are only certain causes being supported. First it was all about the homos and now this. Who’s deciding what’s important and what should be talked about? AMAZING! how it all works. Yes, I am amazed.

A couple of days ago Beirut had a terrorist attack and no one said a word. Palestine has been through hell ever since people have been calling it Israel. Syria has been through hell for 5 years now. I just can’t keep up anymore. I realized what I was pissed at. I was pissed at the hypocrisy, at the racism, the exaggeration, and how we’re being branched apart. It’s the media I’m pissed off, but there’s no surprise there, we have been brainwashed for years about everything we do. From what we eat to how is the best way to sleep at night.

And no, who ever is terrorizing France will not give two shits about us uniting through Facebook ( sorry, I had to take a second and laugh about that. I pictured them all in a cave looking at Facebook yelling ” THERE’S NO GOD BUT ALLAH, WHY ARE THEY SUPPORTING FRANCE??” If anything I feel that  may actually provoke more attacks, but what do I know I’m not a terrorist. I just terrorize dreams and people’s sense of what is true. I now lost my train of thought)

Let’s not be a herd of sheep and try to think. Lets not follow the trend cause chances are we’ve been told to follow it. Let’s not rush into fitting in. Lets take a moment and pray to be more self aware and for those who don’t pray take a moment in utter silence and figure sh*t out.

Je suis Hady