This is the moment you have all Been waiting for all your life. That’s right- its my 50 blogpost. I have never been so committed to anything in my life- Of course thts only if you don’t count life itself- which I have been committed to most of my 18 years.
First I was a baby- I don’t count tht as personal commitment, I count tht as commitment from my parents- I mean it takes a lot of commitment to take care of a baby, I cried 24/7- had to be fed- I ran around naked most of the time- I wasn’t toilet trained- so really the first 10 years of my life was more due to commitment from my parents than any personal commitment.
After tht came puberty- I don’t count tht either because I did try to kill myself- puberty is torture, why is it tht the moment you start noticing the opposite sex- you are at your ugliest. You know what I am talking about, especially you women- you are looking to make out but all your time is spent on make up, covering those zits. So yeah Puberty is out.
Then of course there was the teenage years- Where I was completely committed to making absolutely no commitments.
So yeah I there have been a few days here and there where I have been committed. But I am lazy as is my family- like I have said before I think I will just quote
"Laziness is a byproduct of being in my family. It runs in our blood. My mother doesn’t just have our dog get her slippers she makes him put it on her feet. My father drives to ours neighbors' house. My eldest sister (just had a baby boy and is twenty-five) had a portable toilet in her bedroom (that’s kind of because she has a condition which makes her want to pee every thirty minutes). My other sister, older to me by 4 years, takes three hours to eat lunch because she is too lazy too chew more than thrice every minute. My 8 year old brother on the other hand seems to have received all the energy god forgot to give us. He is always jumping around and doing all kinds of crap. Every time you see him its as if he just drank ten gallons of coffee and toped it with 20kgs of sugar. He is not just hyper active he is hypersuperuberactive. Husam if you are reading this I think you are adopted."
Maintaining isn’t my strong point. All the pets I have had (may they rest in peace) will confirm that. My first pet was a fish that I got at the age of two I flushed it down the toilet, while it was still alive. Then at age three and a half I got a pet turtle. In an experiment to check just how strong his shell was I threw him on to the road, from the tenth floor where it was run over by a series of trucks. I came to the conclusion that the shell wasn’t strong enough to withstand a 10 floor drop followed by a stampede of trucks but was strong enough to cause a massive truck pile up. Then at the age of 7 my dad got me a pony. It got extremely sick after it was bit by a crazy dog and died after my father tried to ride him to the neighbors' house when the car wasn’t working. I know I probably won't flush my girlfriend down the toilet or push her down the tenth floor and I definitely know that no crazy dog is going to bite her but knowing my dad he might, just might try to ride her back to the neighbors' house.
WHOA LONG POST
I think I will stop here- save some writing material for the next 50 blogposts to come, If I stay committed.
until then good night and good luck