I am slowly, one could say painfully so, settling into a new routine now that I'm back in the land of the gizzing. I don't know, but I feel a subtle shift in my relations with those around me. I'm not sure if they've changed or if I have or if it's just a wave that'll pass, but I'm left feeling somewhat apprehensive. I find myself in a state of waiting. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak.

I forgot how infuriating the Kuwaiti culture can be.. or maybe it's not so much that I forgot as it is that I've lost patience for it. I find myself no longer in the mood to give people "mujamalat"... I've never been one to patronize, but I have been known to hand out pleasentries when I don't feel like getting into something. Now though, I just have zero patience for it. I find myself being brutally honest with people.. even those closest to me. I think I might be alienating some of them. I just can't stop myself. They ask me what I think and I tell them... regardless of whether it's what they want to hear or not. And they look at me like suddenly I'm this bad person who doesn't want anything good to happen to them or something. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could be further from the truth...

I guess I need to learn a little diplomacy.

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These days, I find solace in the mundane. Unpacking, arranging and re-arranging my belongings... I find myself, more often than not, idling in Hearts, Limewire and Steven Tyler....

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I just hope you understand,
sometimes the clothes do not make the man...

-Layla

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