Bundle of Joy

I was driving down Gergaresh road last week and got stuck in Gergaresh’s traffic, which just a typical Gergaresh behavior, but I couldn’t help but notice when I was trying to practice what is known as patience, a Libyan father on the side-street, with his beautiful baby girl (the pink outfit gave her away :P) held next to his heart, smiling, proud, letting his friends shake her tiny hands and kiss her pink cheeks, practically parading her, and you can see his eyes twinkle when he’s looking at her, but I also couldn’t help but wonder, will the twinkling die as soon as his sweet bundle of joy starts talking? Will she still be his bundle of joy when she turns 18? Will the parade transform to one where he orders her to march out of his sight like that of a Nazi officer seeing a Jew?

Where does all that disappear? I often wonder, where did that twinkle fade to? Why is it when a girl grows up in Libya, she also grows out of her dad’s life?

I might be mistaken; maybe that beautiful pink baby will be her dad’s bundle of joy as long as she lives. One can only hope. But then again, one can only wonder.
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Why do I have to sell my self?

Life is a weird weird place... I just dont get it anymore... not that i ever did, mind you!

Everyone keeps telling me that I have to sell myself in order to succeed at work, inorder to be noticed, inorder to be promoted! I have to sell my values, exagerate the simple truth and paint a picture of myself that Da Vinci cant compete with!

Why do I have to auction my quality of work to see who bids the most on it and not simply be appreciated for my integrity and honesty?

Poeple keep telling me to play the "I'm going to quit" card inorder to get a salary raise?! How can people do that?! I have to threathen you to get your respect and get myself a higher pay?! what kind of twisted logic is that?!

And apparently, that's how it works everywhere... you have to always test your worth... and that's just sad... very, very sad.
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