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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My shameful 10k run

The plan was to go to the race and take pictures and to make a video.I woke up at 4:15 and gave the alarm an arrogant smile, because I slept at 10:30 and I was confident that I’d be up early. So I turned off the alarm and then opened my eyes and it was 6:15 am. I jumped right out of the floor ( that is where I sleep ) and rushed to get ready. I had this feeling inside that I should go out and race this but I didn’t sign up for it. Oh, well I’ll race without a bib and a chip.

So I arrived at 6:45 and the race starts at 7, you could feel the heat starting to get to you already. I get in the crowd, smile at everyone and get right in the middle of the starting line and off we go.

So it’s a 2 loop running race ( 5k each between two bridges), it’s a great location with a great view, but who’s really looking at the view when you’re running really? You just want to get it over with. The first loop I took it very easy and actually tried to enjoy the view, then on the 2nd loop I stepped on it a little bit and kept going a tiny bit faster till the 8km point and then I was hurting. I looked for company to stick too and I did, it made the run more bearable and helped me keep the pace. That’s a runners selfish act, and it seemed like the guy setting the pace wasn’t pleased to have me there but I stuck with him till the end. Finished in 51 minutes. Man, I remember 2 years ago I literally led this race. Now I’m just shamefully just trying to keep up with the middle pack. I did it in 51 minutes and that’s slow for me. That’s what you get when you run from event to event only.

I head to the shaded area to get some water and get my picture taken by a volunteer who’s part of the committee and I then reveal that I didn’t have a chip and wasn’t registered. She asked me if I took water, and then accused me of stealing from the committee. Which was a little too much for me to handle after a hot 10k, so I backfired and told her how I just took 2 bottles and try to give a good reason. She then told me that I was literally stealing from charity, at least that’s the link that she made.It was definitely a hot day for everybody there and not just the runners.

I then walked out of the shaded tent to see all the visitors that have come along with the runners drinking out of the aid stations and not being held accountable for the water they were stealing with the help of the committee. So I walked over to the president of the committee and apologized for taking 3 bottles of water. He said it was fine and didn’t ask to have me taken away. I ended up talking to another member of the committee, and asked about a little more info about the organization so I could mention how its run in my post and told her what happened. I then also got a mouthful of how wrong it was to do what I did. I then realized that I do get under people’s skin and that my little incident is definitely going to bring up a lot of fresh new ideas to their table when they discuss rules etc. I have a funny feeling that I’d be brought in as a shining example and how to avoid such catastrophe from happening again. But I think it was good overall for the committee to have someone come forward and say “hey, I ran without registering” It may help them be more vigilant of such runners.

After all that I went to get some fruit.

Overall it was a great organized race in a beautiful location ( Muharraq bridges) and here’s a little about this great organization: They’re a non profit committee that organize great running, swimming and triathlon events. They always choose great venues and really put their souls into making a great and fair experience for everyone out there ( as you’ve read ) and I encourage you all ( If living or passing by Bahrain) to check out their website here. And follow them on Facebook and instagram just search for Bahrain road runners.  Their next event is a woman and kids fun run so make sure to sign up and get off the couch.