“I don’t care, I am me.” My motto that has created me and destroyed me almost at the same time.
From grade two, I knew, even believed that I was different, not special or unique, but different, and from then on the differences between me and any normal girl in Alexandria has grown wider and wider every year that I never made friends except when I went to high school, yet still I am different, but in high school I learned that differences can not make the best match, but a perfect pair.
It’s never easy for me to find people with my same interests or hobbies, but only last year I found my perfect match in a guy who was with me in high school, and I ended up falling in love with him, yet things are not working out between us the way I hoped and I fear risking our friendship in pursuing something more.
Back to square one. Sometimes I find myself praying that I find that someone, not lover, but a friend, that understands my interests, maybe even challenge me; please don’t get me wrong, but I have friends and cousins my own age and they are God sent, I love them and I would never find a company as delightful as theirs, yet sometimes I feel I’m walking on the ceiling when every one else is walking on the ground, it’s not that I want the attention (maybe sometimes I do) but it’s more about that I am too fond of my own ideas and theories and dreams that sometimes I do not care about the rest of the world.
Sometimes I want people to understand me, but as my mother says “Enti sha5esya 3o2ad.” then I guess sometimes I can’t blame them. When I first heard of your site, I was curious and surprised, because I never thought I’d ever see a person like you in Egypt! I never thought that one day, I’d hear “our” problems solved or discussed, and not western problems and solutions as some try to apply here, and not thinking twice that such solution may not work with society’s laws or ethics, so I thank you for the amazing effort, I, and many others, appreciate it! And ISA I am looking forward for you’re book signing, and I hope I can make it!
In the end, I would like to ask:
How good is different? How bad is it? Should one flex one’s personality to fit in society? Or should they maintain their true character? Do we all have to be alike? Or is it okay to be the odd one out?
Hope I haven’t bothered you with my senseless thoughts or my chit-chat,
Yours truly,
