B.L.D.

She’s caught a terrible disease that crippled her in many ways that she is now incapable to do anything without having this fear of failure haunting her every move to success in all aspects of life from the simplest of tasks to the most complicated one passing by love, profession or any other daily bustle.

It is the most dodgy of all diseases I’ve ever heard of and the worst thing about it is not only the fact that there is no cure but the actual disregard and virtually zero percent research done worldwide on finding any.

I agree with researches who consider this not as an illness but a normal part of life and hence close their eyes to any serious study leaving the whole thing to the entertaining world of astrological science only when it’s a once in a blue moon or even more frequent but still occasional turns of events.

Albeit when it becomes as in my friend’s case a non relinquishing hurdle on her daily errands we have to put aside all possible coincidence hypothesis or fictional theories and start searching in earnest for a more serious scientific elucidation placing the whole matter in a completely different now risky zone called “Incurable Diseases”.

In that case the best you can do is offer a shoulder to cry on, be supportive and present no matter how long this aliment will linger and never fear close encounter as the only good thing about this illness is the fact that it is not in any way contagious and your being there is like the morphine shot that in a way appease some of this pain and suffering.

If any of you readers is a physician or has his weight in the scientific research field please consider this desperate cry for help, reach out for my dear friend and many other people with similar cases and pull them out of this very rare but truly existing misery by assisting us in finding a cure.

To a flower infected with the incurable "Bad Luck Disease"!

Time To Kill

He wrote a blog ladies and gentlemen, actually a few, but the one I got the courage to read and read fast I might add, not thinking about and actually facing the inescapable feeling of boredom that everyone gets while going through his lines is about a cosmopolitan night out at some local bar with people from all around the planet except a small country by the Mediterranean called Lebanon.

Yet he managed to mention this small piece of heaven and its habitants at least twice in his not so long epilogue maybe to make it more interesting or simply because the complex of inferiority his people have toward us is now spreading overseas searching for even more compatriots one might think have escaped this epidemic disease.

Citing it once in a very respectful manner could be allowed even to an ignorant who is he if head is down and bowing to show reverence to the word and all its meaning but twice or maybe more, because to be honest the tedium really got into me that couldn’t finish the whole thing, bluntly and in such an insolence is simply unforgivable.

He formulates a statement casually enough through his words thus passing a global judgment to his very few readers, insinuating we have definitely developed some sort of Freudian anomaly through time leaving behind the fact that this feeling of superiority we have is only natural if one looks at the sheer inanity surrounding us geographically and to which he belongs.

As a friend and you know how much I estimate our friendship, I implore you not to convey messages when their depth are so unknown to you and their meanings way beyond the simplicity of your mind especially if these messages relate to an origin I am so proud to be of and very complex for you to understand.

No offense…I just had some time to kill.