What’s Going Down?

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It’s pretty hard to swallow when you consider yourself smart yet make the most retarded mistakes; take me moving to the Gulf as one!

I grew up in Amman, born and raised there, but at some point in my life, I came out of my shell and moved to the States and spent some decent time there going back and forth, back then, I also did some work in most of the countries around Jordan, well except for Saudi, and after getting kicked by crappy economies and lack of shots everywhere, I made a call and found myself getting toasted under the heat of the Gulf region.

I settled in Muscat; the biggest of Oman’s villages. A place where heat, humidity, and idiocy cooperate together to give you the ultimate experience, the place is rather quiet, too quiet you can comfortably replace the word quiet with dead! Nothing much goes on, and by nothing much I pretty much mean nothing at all.

Now, why would I find these stories worth sharing? Well, because it might make me feel better, so, bite me, I’m going to post up what I feel about this place, the impressions I get about the people, the color of my colleague’s underwear that he didn’t take off since the Brits left India, and many more. I will be offensive, you might think it’s racist when I am offensive to your people, but trust me, I am more offensive when it comes to mine.

I wouldn’t exaggerate if I say that this is absolutely not the reason why I’m starting this, but rather the first thing that came up to my mind as I’m starting the first post, so, if I actually managed to skip the heat strokes I’ll most likely be blabbering about different stuff, so, be my guests.

Cross-Posted on The Rhetorical Blabber