The Nonsensical Journal

Another Wonderful Morning

Waking up akin to sleeping, perhaps I’m a zombie I think to myself as I sit on the edge of my bed. I shuffle my feet, and draw back the drapes… a dull rust hangs in the sky much like rust doesn’t , and I drift back into reality, I’m no zombie, I’m just in Kuwait.

I feel that my morning routine has been embedded in my genetic coding, and one day should I have children they will find themselves subconsciously performing the same mindless drone like activity in the morning. A ghost drifting in through the house, from bathroom to kitchen, back to the bedroom; autopilot completely engaged. My brain is getting antsy waiting for its caffeine fix, and as I take a sip of liquid black magic, my brain straps its arms, prepares a needle and lets out a sigh of relief… caffeine you adorable drug.

I step out with confidence in my step and doubt in my heart… I’m confident nothing new will happen today, and I doubt anything will change.

People drive with careless disregard to any sort of manners or courtesy. Getting behind a wheel here is as if we momentarily shifted into a separate plane of existence, a plane where it is the norm to be rude and obnoxious, to cut in, block lanes, and think that you are better than everyone else and decide to just squeeze yourself into the front of the line, blocking another lane while doing so… all while acting completely oblivious to how much of an asshole you really are.

Road rage starts early, but it doesn’t manifest till the drive after work. Right now it’s too early for rage, I’m still a mindless drone, and I’m still contemplating my existence and reasons for being here.

The weekend came and went a visitor who is just visiting out of courtesy. In fact the weekend reminds me of myself when I visit relatives I don’t care much for, I’m forced to go and I can’t wait to leave. As swiftly as I entered is as swiftly as I exited.

And nothing interesting happens on a weekend; it’s the same faces and places, same lines and conversations… a collection of cloned jokes and laughs.

This is just Kuwait and as unexciting as it may seem, if you join me you will come to understand why I continued to remain. Join me for days to come and I will paint you a picture of a country so unique, where cultures came to clash in a way that can only happen within the confined borders of this land.

Come let me tell you about Kuwait, let me tell you about being lifeless in Kuwait and why that is an acceptable reality that makes you stay.

Stay and let me tell you about the gift and the curse.