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Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Top 15 Reasons Why I'm Done With Pokemon Go; A Pokemon Fanboy's Review

I really didn't want to write this. I really tried to jump on the Pokemon Go bandwagon, and it was nice while it lasted, but I'm afraid the honeymoon period is over. Almost overnight, I've gone from "I can't believe I finally caught Bulbasaur!" To "Why am I doing this?", and that was when I decided to stop. Don't get me wrong, I've been a pokemon fan for more than 15 years. I've watched the anime as a kid, and even though I never had the Gameboy experience, I joined the club at a later age by emulating the games on PC and various mobile phones... and I'm not ashamed to admit (or maybe I should be?) that I currently own a Nintendo 2DS, with a copy of each of Pokemon Y and Pokemon Ruby sitting comfortably in my cupboard. When I first heard about Pokemon Go, I got excited enough to do cartwheels in my living room, because getting the chance to "catch em all" in person and make my childhood dreams come to life sounded too good to be true. Alas, my well-earned sense of adult skepticism proved well-founded, because it really was too good be true. Here are the top 15 reasons why I believe that Pokemon Go is far from being the real-life simulator we were promised: 1- Nintendo has admitted that they don't actually make the game themselves, and thus their ability to influence any future updates or the direction the game is taking in general is non-existent, and the developers can pretty much take whatever liberties they want with the source material. 2- There are in-game micro-transactions. By definition, in order for Niantic to make their money, people have to feel motivated to buy items from their shop, so it is neigh on impossible to be good at this game without giving in to the temptation to buy something. 3- This game is nothing more than a hoarding exercise. While anyone who's ever played a pokemon game would probably tell you that the games had paper-thin excuses for plots and laughable dialogues, there was at least an end in sight when you battled the elite 4 and beat the game. This time, you just hoard as many pokemon as possible, which is an endless pursuit. 4- Speaking of, in previous pokemon games it was theoretically possible to catch all the pokemon in the particular copy of the game you bought (if you put in a lot of time and are lucky and have no life <cough>), but since they've only introduced the original 150 pokemon so far, I'm inclined to believe that they'll be adding the later pokemon generations soon and it will grow harder and harder to catch em all. 5- All the walking around was cute at first, but it's getting old really fast. The game doesn't have any sense of identity or any activity you can do while you're in-doors -where most people spend most of their day- which forces you to only be able to play while you're outside... and even then, personally if there were a pokemon 20 meters away, maybe I'd go slightly out of my way to catch it, but all the stories I hear about people getting Uber rides and having them drive them around so they can catch pokemon is frankly completely banana-nut-butters to me. Maybe I'm too lazy or not "dedicated", but I like to think that I'm smart enough to not be sent running around all over a city because a cartoon yellow mouse told me to. 6- Coming back to leveling up and evolving your pokemon, it's beyond stupid the way it's being done now. No I bloody well won't catch 100 Magikarps to get a Gyarados, or catch a whole bunch of Pidgeys so I can level up my Pidgeot. The good old fashioned way of leveling up the pokemon through battles makes much more sense. 7- Which brings us to the heart of the matter; the battles are way too simplistic and are solely based on one arbitrary number (CP). Whatever elements of strategy there are traditionally in a pokemon game are completely gone; gone are the days when you had to think for hours which 4 attacks you'd give your pokemon to increase their survivability; and the days when you had to think long and hard which team of 6 pokemon to carry around which would cover most of the pokemon types.
Instead of expertly choosing the perfect pokemon type and attack to counter your opponent's pokemon, and thinking 2 steps ahead about what you would do to counter the other pokemon your opponent would probably switch into the battle; you just swipe and tap your way to a cheap tasteless victory, devoid of any sense of achievement, where pokemon types and attacks no longer seem to carry any weight. You just have to catch every motherfucker you run into, keep the strongest ones and dump all the rest, which is as elegant a solution as lighting a candle with a flamethrower, albeit with half the finesse. 8- The reason why pokemon games were ever so successful is because pokemon games are all about petty victories delivered in an easy fix to an entitled generation of millennials, and that was easy enough when the virtual pokemon world consisted of 5 small villages with a population of only about 200 people total. In such a small world, being "the very best" was easy, but Nintendo always made it hard enough to make the player feel like they achieved something and that they really were the best at this, even if it was against a bunch of NPC characters in a virtual world. However the real world, as it turns out, is a huge place. Being the very best Pokemon Go player out of about 1 billion people is nowhere near as easy as beating the original games, especially considering the sheer number of unemployed people who have eagerly seized on this game as a chance to give their lives a sense of purpose.

9- A lot of the pokemon either spawn in particular geographic locations or under certain very specific conditions. This was a minor inconvenience in pokemon games where 1 hour in real life was equal to one whole day in the game, and where you could teach one of your pokemon "fly" and they would take you to any city in the world you wished to go to, but in real-life having to wait a whole day until it's night time so you can catch a ghost-type pokemon is a level of dedication many people don't have to their actual real-life jobs... and don't get me started on having to fly to Australia to even get a chance at catching a Kanghaskhan. 10- By the way; traditionally in pokemon games, the legendary pokemon are just that; legends. There is only one per world, so the player character is the only character in that world who would have it. There are two ways for Niantic to handle this in Pokemon Go; either they make it possible for all players to obtain one, which would cheapen them and destroy their legendary status as well as ensure that all the gyms would soon be dominated exclusively by them; or only create one of each and make them as immensely rare and powerful as they are supposed to be... in real life, how good do you think your odds are to catch that one Zapdos, as opposed to the other billion players who are as eager as you? 11- Catching pokemon is pathetically easy. You just throw the poke-ball. Once upon a time, you had to engineer a perfect scenario where you attack the pokemon with attacks that were just strong enough to weaken them but not strong enough to make them faint. All the times you met a rare pokemon only to attack it with an attack which was just a little bit too strong, causing it to faint and losing the chance to catch it made it a lot more rewarding when you finally managed to get it right... And even then, you had to have a good enough poke-ball or else you would have spent hours flicking poke-balls at the pokemon and it might have ended up escaping anyway. Now if you just throw enough poke-balls at it, you're bound to catch it eventually, which is very weak. 12- There's no pokemon league or any kind of competition that you are motivated to win. Let's pretend you did manage to catch them all and level them all up higher than everyone else in the world. How would your efforts be recognized? You would be able to dominate that one gym near your house. Oh wow, great job... and while we're at it, pokemon gyms shouldn't be a dime a dozen and around every corner, or you wouldn't get any gratification out of beating one; having maybe one or two per city and awarding whoever beats them with a badge would make much more sense than the current way it's being done, where you can't go 20 steps in any direction without stumbling into a gym. 13- I'm not a conspiracy theorist and I don't buy into all these crackpot paranoid scenarios people have been cooking up, but I'd have to be terribly naive to think that no one is using the massive amount of data generated by this game. Just by tracking my geographic locations and using all the points I caught pokemon at as a breadcrumb trail, it would be easy enough for a 5 year old to join the dots and figure out my daily routine; where I live, where I work and what route I take to get to work, and even where I like to go on my weekends. I'm not saying that the Mossad will send their top agent to take me out on my way to my office in Bracknell, but I'm sure this data can be used in other less sinister ways such as targeted advertising, and that rubs me up the wrong way because I didn't consent to this... or maybe I did; I didn't read the terms of the agreement just as I'm sure no one else in the world did. 14- Hatching pokemon... yes, I agree that forcing people to go out and walk around is a definite positive about this game, but having to walk 2-10 kilometers to hatch one single pokemon is excessive, and the fact that we only have one free incubator per player makes it obvious that this is done on purpose to force players to buy new incubators. I don't know about you guys, but there is nothing I'm less likely to spend money on than micro-transactions to help me hatch imaginary eggs on a game, no matter how much I love the Pokemon franchise. 15- Finally, catching the same pokemon every day is boring. Not enough is being done to shuffle the pokemon around regionally; if you walk the same route, odds are you'll find the same pokemon every day (trust me, I speak from personal experience). On the other hand, the game is not consistent- water type pokemon are occasionally found nowhere near water bodies (I found a Squirtle in my hallway) while on the other hand I've never caught a grass type pokemon at a park... which I suppose is a good thing when it comes to catching fire-type pokemon because then we'd only be able to catch them at industrial furnaces, the surface of the sun or hell. This was always going to be a dilemma for the developers; if they made pokemon exclusively spawn in areas that fit their type, you'd have only been able to catch ground/rock types in deserts or in mountainous areas, water-type pokemon near rivers/lakes/seas, etc, and this would have limited each player to whatever pokemon happen to fit their geographic locations; but if they had made it more random, then players seeking a certain type of pokemon wouldn't have known where to go to find one.

This uncertainty is compounded by the fact that Niantic doesn't communicate at all with players; there are no official player guides or tips, and players have so far been largely forced to figure things out on their own, which lends credence to my theory that this game is a front to collect player data, since Niantic don't seem too keen on developing or refining the "game" aspect of the game. Come to think of it, this seems to be a much more sound business model than the (probably) insignificant number of micro-transactions that players make; I wouldn't be surprised at all to learn that the game's main revenue stream is selling data to whoever needs it, much like carrying your own personal Varys in your pocket (except that he's spying on you)... and since, again, no one bothers to read the terms of the agreement, this data-gathering could very well have been something we unknowingly agreed to when we clicked "accept", which would make it completely legal.

Not mentioning the lack of pokemon centres to heal pokemon and the ability to trade them with friends -which I understand will be implemented in future updates- aside from all the points covered above, the game servers are consistently overloaded and the game lacks polish altogether, always prone to crashes and freezes... and I completely understand how difficult it is to manage a game of that size with that many players internationally, but I'm tired of waiting for hours at a time during peak hours to be able to get in. Perhaps these are issues that will get solved organically as the developers understand more and more how to optimize the game and iron out the kinks, but to be honest I feel like it's too much effort on my part for nothing in return. I've always wanted to have a trusty Charizard I could count on if I ever got into a fight, but I don't think I want one so badly that I'd catch an average of 50 Charmanders to get a decent-powered Charizard, just so I can place him at a "gym" and leave him there to defend my honor as the damsel in distress. If I'm not giving the orders and directing the battle, it's really not worth it for me. Long-story short, this game is definitely a step in the right direction but as I'm sure many others have already pointed out, it's not the real-life pokemon simulator it could have been. I believe I speak for a wide demographic of pokemon fans who would be prepared to actually pay a one-time fee to buy a game which is more true to the roots of the franchise, rather than this bland, corporate attempt at capitalizing on the nostalgia of an aging demogographic of pokemon fans who now suddenly have access to some sweet, sweet disposable income. We deserve better than this... and the franchise which practically raised us damn well deserves better than this.

Saturday, 4 June 2016

Men Vs. Women

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present to you what I think are the differences between our genders, showcased by a number of interactions between 5 friends. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Exhibit (A) - Stumbling across an old friend:

Women:

-Becky: "Oh my God, it's SARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
=Sarah: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
-Becky: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
=Sarah inwardly: Fuck that slut
-Becky inwardly: I wanna wear your intestines as a scarf
=Sarah: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
-Becky: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Men:

-Kyle: "Sup, Short, Pale and Fuggly?"
=Jim: "Suck my dick, asshat"
-Kyle inwardly: I love that guy!
=Jim inwardly: What am I having for lunch?

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Exhibit (B) - Compliments:

Women:

- Becky: "Your shoes are like so cute, and they go so well with your outfit!"
-Becky inwardly: At least her clothes are ugly enough to draw attention away from her fat face
=Sarah: "Awwww, thank you! I love what you've done with your hair!"
=Sarah inwardly: Did she get her hair done at a butcher's?
- Becky: "Stop, you're making me blush!"
-Becky inwardly: I will kill your entire family in front of you

Men:

-Kyle: "Kevin, you look different... new T-shirt?"
=... "Dude, I'm Jim"
-Kyle: "Oh."

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Exhibit (C) - Catching Up:

Women:

-Becky: "So how have you been? It's been such a long time!"
=Becky inwardly: not nearly long enough
=Sarah: "I know, right! I'm doing great, just got my Master's Degree, and I got a modelling job in Milan, so I live there now... Oh, and I'm engaged!"
=Sarah inwardly: Burn, bitch... burn...
-Becky: "OH MY GOD THAT'S SO AMAZING I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU"
-Becky inwardly: REACTOR CORE MELTDOWN IN T-10 SECONDS. 9. 8. 7. 6...

Men:

-Kyle: "What did you say your name was, again? Kyle?"
=Jim: "No Kyle, I'm Jim and I've been your roommate for 3 years. Kyle's your name"
-Kyle: "Dammit, I always get these two mixed up"

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Exhibit (D) - Eating:

Women:

-Becky, eating: That bitch Sarah pissed me off so much, I deserve this treat... it's not good for my figure, but I can skip dinner today and go for a jog tomorrow morning to burn the extra calories and on the way I could pass by that really cute shoe store to buy that pair I noticed 3 months ago from across a crowded street and a few glass screens and a concrete wall and two armored personnel carriers and then I can go home and ask my boyfriend if he thinks I look fat and tell him that Sarah got engaged and expect some kind of response more elaborate than "Oh, cool"

=Passing Janitor: "Ma'am, are you gonna finish that lettuce slice?"

Men:

=Kyle, eating: BEAUTIFUL SUCCULENT MEAT <CHEW CHEW CHEW>
-"Sir, I'm obliged by law to not sell you any more burgers today because it's a danger to your health. Please step out of the queue"

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Exhibit E - Multitasking:

Women:

-Becky, driving and on the phone with Nicole: "Yeah, so I told her that I loved her shoes, but I totally didn't! They were like so ugly"  <signals right and turns left into a one-way street in the wrong direction> "and then the bitch had the NERVE to ask about my hair! She was so jealous, I could see it in her eyes" <swipes left 240 times on Tinder>  "and then she started" <pulls off bank heist> "showing off her new job and" <chooses new podcast on iPod while dodging bullets from police pursuit>- "her fancy new life and I just wanted to remind her of" <gives birth, ends world poverty> "that one time I saw her with a hole in her left sock"

Men:

<Kyle tries to similtaneously walk and breathe>

<dies>

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Exhibit F - Feelings:

-Becky: "I don't know how I feel... today, that talk with Sarah made me really insecure and I just really need some support right now... it's not fair, she always makes me feel this way, she comes into any room and effortlessly gets all the attention without even trying, she's such a diva and she doesn't even care about anyone else's feelings, it's all about looking bright and flashy and making all these rude comments about everyone else's appearances to make herself look better... We weren't all born with a silver spoon in our mouths, you know? Some of us had to work hard to get to where we're at, and you know what? I'm proud of who I am, what I look like and who I'm with. I don't have to feel insecure or down because then that whore wins, and I won't let that happen. Is any of this making sense? I need to know that you understand me!"

=Kyle inwardly: This is it Kyle, the moment we've been training for. This is prime-time and it's time to bring out the big guns... Let's go through the list of 5 feelings we've been learning by heart; Is she... sleepy? No, that's not it... hungry? Should we go for Chinese or pizza? No Kyle, focus... she said she had that lettuce slice earlier, so she's not hungry... sad? She's not crying, so that's not it... happy? She's not doing that thing where her mouth curls upwards at both ends, so not that either... horny? She's horny, isn't she? Man, I'm good at this!
=Kyle: "Of course I understand you sweetie, c'mere"
=Kyle inwardly: I'm so getting laid tonight
-Becky: "Sarah's boyfriend proposed to her, do you think we'll ever have that?"
=Kyle inwardly: Fuck.

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Exhibit G - Flirting:

Women:

-Nicole: "I don't know what's wrong with him! I've done everything to make him think I like him!"
=Becky: "Did you look him in the eyes for 5 seconds and expect some sort of response?"
-Nicole: "Of course I did! I also kept flicking my hair and twirling it around"
=Becky: "What about your posture?"
-Nicole: "Chest up, arched back, facing him, unflinching eye contact"
=Becky: "He still didn't get it? He must be stupid! Did you touch him?"
-Nicole: "I was practically sitting in his lap the whole time"
=Becky: "Still nothing?"
-Nicole: "Nope. I asked him "how come you don't have a girlfriend?", I mispronounced words on purpose while giggling, I used "we" and "us" as often as I could, and I must have told him at least 7 times that I had no plans for the weekend... Still nothing!"
=Becky: "Well maybe you should give up on Jim... go for Kevin instead. Even though I have never met him and only glanced at his Facebook profile picture for 2 seconds, I sense that he will start liking you in exactly 3 days, 15 hours, 4 minutes and 13 seconds"
-Nicole: "Your sensors are off by 12.3 milliseconds. You should get them re-calibrated, I'll come with you!"
=Becky: "Oh you know where we should go? I know this amazing place where you can get your hair and nails done too!"

Men:

-Jim: "Dude, I think Becky likes you"
=Kyle: "We've been together for 5 years and we have a baby boy"
-Jim: "See? I told you"
=Kyle: "Maybe Nicole has a thing for you, though"
-Jim: "I don't think so"
=Kyle: "How do you know?"
-Jim: "She didn't tell me that she did"
=Kyle: "Oh. I must be wrong, then"

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Exhibit H - Fights:

Women:

-Becky: "Oh my God, I think that's Sarah! Quick, hide me, I don't wanna see her. It would be so awkward!"
=Kyle: "Why would it be awkward?"
-Becky: "Weren't you listening? I told you about that conversation we had 3 years ago where we told each other nice things but secretly meant to passive aggressively poke at each others' insecurities. There's no going back from that! She's dead to me"
=Kyle: "Wasn't Sarah your best friend, roommate, maid of honor, BFF, Sista from anotha mista, love you to the moon and back, backbone and partner in crime?"
-Becky: "Sarah? Who's Sarah? I don't know that name"

Men:

=Kyle: <hangs up the phone with Kevin>
-Becky: "What were you guys talking about?"
=Kyle: "We were talking about the roadtrip we're going on next week"
-Becky: "Didn't you shout at Kevin for 30 whole minutes, punch him in the face, sell his wife into slavery, torture him for 40 days, delete his World of Warcraft account, stomp on his Playstation 4, and rape his dog; for which he kicked you in the balls, killed your mother, defiled me, burned our house down, took your sister hostage and stole all your money?"
=Kyle: "Sweetie, that was like a month ago... who even remembers?"

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Exhibit H - Shopping:

-Jim: "I haven't seen Becky in a while, is she OK?"
=Kyle: "Well she went shopping in August, so I'm not expecting her back until next June"
-Jim: "Wow man, your wife is fast! Nicole hasn't been back from Victoria's Secret since we started dating 2 years ago"
=Kyle: "Shouldn't we get some new clothes too?"
-Jim: "Sure! Let's switch again, it's my turn to wear the blue T-shirt this year"
<Jim and Kyle switch T-shirts>
=Kyle: "Jim?"
-Jim: "Yes, Kyle?"
=Kyle: "I think Becky and Nicole left us"
-Jim: "Yeah, probably"

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Exhibit I - Cleanliness:

<Becky and Nicole come back from shopping>

There's a passed out hooker doing a head stand against the kitchen wall, who Kevin pays no mind to as he screams at the TV screen because he is losing a game of FIFA against Kyle, who's covered in old socks and junk food wrappers and appears to be eating a burger directly off the floor, which apparently Jim took a piss on directly before passing out in a pool of his own vomit next to the door. There is also what seems to be a dead baby on a pile of empty pizza boxes and beer cans, wearing a diaper on its head. There is a line of white powder leading from the door all the way into the bathroom which Jim apparently got a quarter of the way through snorting before his collapse.

Becky and Nicole back away slowly and close the door.

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Bonus:

<Becky wakes up Kyle>

-Becky: "Kyle, you know I love you, right?"
-Becky inwardly: I'm very confused right now, I don't know how I feel and I'm having second thoughts about our relationship

=Kyle inwardly: Kyle who?
=Kyle <rubs the sleep from his eyes, replies drowsily>: "Of course I do, sweetie"

-Becky: "Will you always be there?"
-Becky inwardly: if I run away, would you take me back?

=Kyle inwardly: Fuck, what is it now?
=Kyle: "I am here, and I will never leave"

-Becky inwardly: Let's see how far I can push him
-Becky: "Even if I get fat or ugly?"

=Kyle inwardly: Do we have to do this now?
=Kyle: "Always"

-Becky inwardly: He's gonna break, I can feel it
-Becky: "What if you meet someone else?"

=Kyle: "I'll tell them I'm taken. You have nothing to worry about."
=Kyle inwardly: I would never leave

-Becky: "I love you"
-Becky inwardly: good, he's held up to questioning tonight. Let's see how he does tomorrow.

=Kyle: "I love you"
=Kyle inwardly: I love you

<They kiss, Kyle gets ready to go back to sleep>

-Becky: "But what if-"
=Kyle: "Becky I'm tired, it's 3 AM and I have work in the morning. Can we do this some other time?"

-Becky inwardly: "BINGO", <rolls up sleeves>


Friday, 29 April 2016

The Joys of Nostalgia and Longing

Whispered promises.
Tearful reassurances.
Fierce embraces.
Brutal goodbyes.

He often thought back long and hard on these last few moments of a dying love story, never meant to be yet so difficult to end... of how two people so different on almost every level could find love despite all the obvious reasons not to. For what can torment a man more than what could have been; a "what if" fluttering gently in the breeze, lingering maddeningly at the edge of consciousness... the climactic final chapter in a captivating book with the last page torn off, denying the reader any sense of closure or resolution... destined to forever haunt the mind with the sheer power of doubt and possibility?

It only took the slightest provocation to trigger the nostalgic breakdown; The sound of the waves crashing on a moonlit beach on a warm summer evening; a whiff of a particular brand of rich, overwhelmingly sweet women's perfume; a half-forgotten song from ages past; a basement-floor study room at his university library... even the double chocolate chunk cookie she loved so much, mixed queerly with tobacco smoke to produce a taste whose memory somehow still made him stir, all these years later. That's not to mention the dozens of old pictures, buried in the dusty, ancient virtual corridors of old Facebook albums... hidden from the eyes of the world by outdated privacy settings, yet still available to him as a reminder of what once was. As busy as he was, he always seemed to end up looking at these pictures every few months... timidly at first, preferring to focus on group photos, but always ending up staring at the same few pictures of that one day when he'd realized that he was in love.

His friends always urged him to forget, but they missed the point entirely... he would have gladly deleted these memories permanently if he'd had the chance; but he could no more do that than he could create peace on Earth or end world hunger. They seemed to think that he was still not over her, but that was only a half-truth - a quarter-truth, even. For when he looked at these pictures, it was seldom her face he found himself staring at... it only evoked pain, a sense of betrayal, and unresolved feelings bottled up, fermenting for years until they were potent enough to make him drunk on the memory of her eyes.

No, it was always his own face he spent the most time fixated on. He could see vibrant, enthusiastic, radiant blue eyes... a far cry from the world-weary, tired, calculating eyes that now stared back at him in his bathroom mirror. He could see a clean-shaven face, unmarked by years of worries and responsibilities in the form of the coarse black stubble that now covered half his face; happy, full of hope for the future, and content with the unshakable certainty only a 17 year-old can muster that that was the start of something beautiful. He could see wild golden hair, free and untamed, glowing brightly with reflected sunlight, in stark contrast to the tightly cropped bronze curls he now favored... which in his mind was a clear parallel to his lifestyles then and now, and the light that had gone out of his life.

Yet what he remembered most of all were the days that had gone by in a haze of love-addled intoxication... Even though he'd had a lot of childish dreams, worries and fears, all of them paled into insignificance and were ultimately banished from his memory. The fact remained that when he thought back on these few months, he could not remember any aspects of his existence other than her... apart from his closest friends, who helped him through it. She was the very definition of his life, and he was too young to realize how dangerous that was.

Certainly, it would be a lie to claim that he didn't sometimes still wonder what could have been, considering the way things ended (or rather, didn't). However, what he really missed so much was not truly her, but how he'd felt when they were together... how eager he was to listen to her; to know her; to study her; to feel her; to explore her. He would wake up in the morning with the sole purpose of spending time with her and staring into her eyes for what seemed like hours in an attempt to decipher her, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. That was not the resigned, dismissive, hopeless indifference with which he went about his adult love life; that was intense, uncontrollable passion, burning red-hot and impossible to contain...

Which was why he realized that he didn't mind the nostalgia so much. Although it would almost always put him in a brooding melancholy mood, it also reminded him of what it was like to be so hopelessly, irrevocably in love that he could still feel echoes of it through the years... and although he wasn't a particularly optimistic person, it gave him hope that maybe one day he would have these feelings again.

Perhaps there will yet be other chapters in this particular book.




Saturday, 9 April 2016

Wrong Decade, Wrong Species, Wrong Planet



Sometimes I wonder if my life is some kind of ironic cosmic joke.

In this mad "modern" era, I find that I'm as out of place as a democracy in the Arab world.

How can I find a place in an age where books and reading are regarded with almost universal contempt; where my favorite hobby as a writer is dismissed as an almost obsolete art-form, like tap-dancing or silent movies? How can I survive an age where the sanctity of the written word has been defiled by CGI graphics and mediocre screenplays in high budget movie adaptations... where spending a night indoors reading a book -a favorite pastime for tens and hundreds of generations of the literate- sadly now discounted as an unworthy waste of time?

How can an aspiring guitarist and rock music-fan still survive in the age of Justin Biebers and Nicki Minaj's, where all musical scales and skill are out of the equation; to be replaced by cold, synthetic noise, auto-tune, and baring enough skin to qualify as soft-core porn? How can a man who fails to understand the enjoyment an entire generation derives from getting dressed up to stand in a group of hundreds of  sweaty, energy-drinks-and-sex-hormone-fueled, drunk teens/young adults, vigorously convulsing in place to the tune of irresponsibly loud, repetitive dance "music"; hope to maintain a social life when everyone else is so radically different?

How can I find a place in this age, where we've been taught -by the unprecedented level of ultra-consumerism humanity has embraced- that if it's broken, you can just throw it out and buy a new one? In a world where our capitalist, growth-driven economic system has somehow managed to allow a small portion of humanity a life of luxury they could never have imagined a few decades ago; while simultaneously dooming the rest of the undeveloped world to share the bill for environmental destruction and global warming, how can we claim to be "civilized"? Are we so narcissistic that we can't see our impact on the world beyond humanity as a species? How can a pacifist environmentalist participate in this charade of "progress"and "development", knowing full well that we cannot sustain this and that sooner or later, humanity will have to stop fighting for made-up reasons and start fighting for food and water when they're all but gone?

How can I find a place in this age where the same consumerist attitude has inspired short-lived meaningless friendships, to be disposed of and replaced at the first disagreement/when we're bored? No longer do we have life-long companions, but a few casual visitors in our lives who we spend time with when we want to and ignore when we don't. The age where a friend was a rock for you to lean on in your hard times is over... friends are now a mere audience to show off to on Facebook and glare at your smartphones somewhere vaguely in whose vicinity when you do decide to "spend time together". How can a well-meaning loyal friend find a person who truly cares about them and does not secretly wish them ill, in this nightmarish, cynical century?

How can a hopeless romantic hope to find his soulmate, in the age where devotion is extinct; emotion is dismissed as weakness and romance is viewed as cheesy... where trust has give way to suspicion; pride to humiliation; passion to lust; love to logic; sincerity to manipulation; chivalry to "equality"; jealousy to indifference? Can we not see that ordering a hook-up online on an application is proof enough that we have lost our humanity? How can a living relic of a bygone age where love was cherished and nurtured for decades still hope to find a meaningful connection in an age where you swipe left to banish a person from your life, for the crime of not looking attractive enough on their display picture? In the age of "Last Seens" and blue check marks, how can we hope to foster intimacy rather than mistrust? Gone are the days of passionate mail correspondence and chests of old letters kept in the attic; to be replaced by these soulless attempts at creating artificial connections where there are none.

How can I find a place in this world, where religion is blamed for all of humanity's problems when it is clearly humanity's greed and politics that pit us against each other and enforce this us VS them mentality upon us? Why can't we all accept that there are other people who have different beliefs and perhaps worship a different God, or don't believe in a God at all? How can a man who views his religion as a moral framework to maintain his integrity, beliefs and principles hope to avoid being cast as a regressive simpleton who does not have the mental capacity to comprehend atheism? How can a truly peaceful person accept being viewed as a villain because of a global wave of Islamophobia, driven by the actions of a few uneducated extremists who were never taught real Islam?

Even in food, I find no respite. In an inter-mingled, globalized world, a man who strives for authenticity would find it increasingly hard -to name just a few examples- to find truly Italian pizza in an age where Pizza Hut is the most recognized "pizzeria" in the world; where truly authentic American cheeseburgers are giving way to fake, pseudo-fancy "gourmet" burgers with weird ingredients and weirder tastes. Real food has given way to fast food; and where meals were once important social activities where we bonded and discussed our daily lives; they are now little more than choirs... something to get over with so we can pay attention to more "important" things. Humanity is being fed slop in a trough, and it seems that very few people have noticed, or care.

In short, the old-fashioned and traditional no longer have a place today. This is not to claim that my beliefs and preferences are necessarily the correct or moral way to live; this is simply my own realization that I most certainly was not born in the right era. Moreover, as I take a look around and see all the conflict and hate being promoted instead of peace and understanding, I find it increasingly hard to call this world my own when I fundamentally disagree with almost every aspect of our existence.

This post is an acknowledgment to any/all like-minded individuals who might be reading this. Although we are a dying bread, there are still some of us left... take solace in that, as you go about your lives and try to conform as best you can to this unholy horror of a life we share.

You are not alone.

Also if you're a hot girl, hit me up some time.


Wednesday, 9 March 2016

A Dream of Home

Of days and weeks of dreary gloom,
And silent screams in an empty room.
Of lonely walks and desperate calls
And dizzying highs and painful falls.

Of an active mind with an urge so strong
To put an end to a morbid song.
To embrace death with a lover's kiss
And finally rest in ignorant bliss.

Of a wary soul grown tired of pain
And eternal plight and autumn rain.
A battered knight on an old, lame horse
Armored in doubt, armed with remorse.

The reluctant beats of a broken heart
Well-salted wounds torn wide apart.
A heart long grown too numb to feel
With scars that fail to ever heal.

A cursed life, devoid of love
Unsheltered from storm clouds above.
Locked outside in an iron cage,
While icy winds seethe and rage.

Unbidden, came the thoughts of home
Suppressed thoughts now free to roam.
The storm clouds part for a winking sun
And the icy gloom was suddenly gone.

Of countless days spent at play
Of childhood memories, here to stay.
Of friendships born and carefully grown
And life-long ties, set in stone.

Of a caring mother with a heart of gold,
An unshakable father, proud and bold.
A willful sister with a cheery smile,
Of family walks on the banks of the Nile.

Of long-lost loves and sleepless nights
Of weeks and months of colorful lights.
Of broken hearts and hasty amends,
And pain dulled numb by faithful friends.

Of familiar streets and smells and sounds,
Of school canteens and Egyptian pounds.
Of late-night drives at a break-neck speed,
And friends who are there in your time of need.

The sun shines on and the winds abate,
A creaking sound from an unlocked gate.
As rusty hinges groan and scream,
The cage door opens, as in a dream.

For though it might look dark and grey
Life always seems to find a way.
Though distance is the biggest foe,
It cannot dull a memory's glow.

Hopeless though it might now seem
I face my day with a gleeful beam.
For though I am still so far away,
At least at home... is a sunny day.

Friday, 2 October 2015

Musings of a Wanderer

I haven't posted anything meaningful for a while on Facebook or on my blog... not because I'm a mindless airhead, but because I don't believe that sharing news about genocide and war and famine on my wall would be of any help to anyone. Actually, it could quite possibly ruin someone's day, so I've opted against it. And like every Egyptian, I've grown cynical about politics since the epic failure that is the Egyptian "Revolution" of 2011, so I've stopped caring altogether... but I don't want it said that it's because I don't have anything of substance to say, but rather that I am past Facebook activism... So, to dispel these unfounded rumors that I only have sappy romantic thoughts and sarcasm flowing through my veins, I've decided to discuss something different on this post.

I'm sure you've all read the quote "Not all those who wander are lost"...

Bull.

Shit.

Whether you took this quote to mean wandering between career choices, or literally wandering the Earth, I call bullshit. This quote really pisses me off because it hints that the "wanderers" in question are wandering by choice, on a quest for wisdom or some higher purpose like in that Julia Roberts movie "Eat, Pray, Love"(which I despise with a passion, by the way), but this is never the case. It implies that we're very organized, focused and we know what we want in life. Now, unless you're a 43 year-old middle manager with a wife and 3 kids that you drive every week to football practice, this might be true for you... But for the vast majority of 20 (or 30)-something year olds, who I suspect are the target audience for this quote, this couldn't be further from the truth.

I am a wanderer, and I am lost. There is no shame in admitting it, and there is nothing to be gained from pretending to be a wise, all-knowing, enlightened entity of pure light who embarks on journeys to discover meaning and help others while lesser beings eat and sleep and shit like normal human beings. I won't pretend that where I am now is 100% my choice, or that I'm doing it for anything other than my career. And when I travel, I don't do it to gain wisdom and learn about other cultures and all that claptrap; I do it because it's fun, and I'll bet 98% of people who travel on their free time do it for that reason too. Yes, the benefits of traveling number in the hundreds, but they're an added bonus you get, not the target you're aiming for when you pack your bags and head to the airport. Unless you're that entity of pure light I mentioned above, in which case I'm surprised that you need an airplane to transport you and that you don't just will yourself into existence wherever you're needed most... good luck on your quest, you uppetty, pretentious, Ghandi-wannabe douche.

I'm not going to discuss the first potential meaning of the quote -which is wandering between goals and career choices- beyond saying that I firmly believe that it's OK or even vital to be lost at this point in your life if you want to improve yourself and test your limits... but I'll tackle the other, more literal meaning, as in "traveling", because I've been noticing some people using this quote to justify going to Gouna for a weekend... I've also been noticing people sharing another quote, "if traveling were free you'd never see me again". I'm really curious who'd rather stay at their desk and work in their shitty backwater country while bombs blow up all around them. Might as well say "If I get hungry, I always eat" or "Sometimes I go to the bathroom when I want to take a shower". Maybe I'll take this quote apart in another blogpost but for now, it's the who and the wandering and the lost that concern me.

Being lost is not the end of the world. Not knowing what we want in life is what makes our 20s such a fun phase, when we truly get to know ourselves and get closer to knowing what we want in life, and this is where I'll admit traveling can help you. And I don't mean the "traveling for a week to Amsterdam with your friends to get baked" kind of traveling; I mean traveling alone, living alone abroad for a significant period of time, and facing the world on your own for the first time. Want clean underwear? Do your laundry. Want to look sharp at work? Iron your shirts. Snagged your shirt on a doorknob? Sew it back together. Hungry? Feed yourself. No food in the fridge because you forgot to buy some groceries? Too bad, you'll go to bed hungry. And guess what, that plate you ate from 3 days ago? It's not going to wash itself , lying in your sink like that. And you'd better pay that bill on your kitchen counter too, if you want to have electricity next month. What's that smell? Oh, you must have forgotten to take out the trash this week. Working late? No one will get worried and call you to ask where you are or show any kind of concern... and when you finally come home, there's no family to welcome you back with a hug and a smile or friends to try to talk to you into going out at 11 PM.

Before long, when you realize there's no one to go home to, you'll stop trying to go back to your empty home at all, preferring to spend your nights at the office and just going home to sleep. And God be with you when you're sick, because no one else will be... and there won't be anyone to take care of you like your friends would,  or fuss over you and give you medicine like your mom would.  You have to be your own sidekick; your own rock; your own shoulder to cry on. It's very freeing, but it's also very eerie... especially if you're used to having servants and being pampered at home. I know, first-world problems. Anyway,  these are all minor issues but there are bigger issues still.

The nature of my job makes me uproot myself from the country I'm in every 6 months, and not just that but also my role -that is to say, my job- changes as well... which is why I consider myself a wanderer, and it's  something very few people can truly relate to... In a nutshell (no pun intended), I don't feel like I belong anywhere anymore. Nowhere I go is home. I am always very aware of the fact that I'm not going to stay here... even when I'm back in Cairo, I always know I'll be leaving very soon anyways. It might sound like something amazing, and it is in some ways, but there are a lot of drawbacks too... I'm not the only expat in the world, but others usually settle in one place and call it home. They start learning the language, integrating themselves into society and playing basketball every Friday with the other expats they met in one of their language classes. They form a community. Now, when you move somewhere knowing full-well that you're not going to stay there for the long-haul, it makes little sense to do any of these things. Why would you? If you learn the language, right around the time when you would be starting to get the hang of it, you'd be asked to move. Getting a gym membership for 6 months is suddenly a very big commitment that you can't quite get yourself to make. You can try to make friends, but there will always be that elephant in the room that you're only there for a few months and then you'll likely never see them again, and that will prevent you from forming real connections... and when you have that "living out of your suitcase" mentality, you'll never really try because why bother?

Also, remember when you were a teenager and you used to fantasize about all the things you'd do when you had financial independence and lived alone? Yeah, you probably won't be doing those things anyway, even though you're living in a country where no one knows you and you can literally do anything you want... because guess what? If you don't go to work and slave away for 8-14 hours a day, you'll get fired and no one is going to pay your bill for you and you won't be able to feed yourself. At first you'll try to go out every day after work... BECAUSE YOU CAN! But then you'll realize that you can't, because you have to do your laundry if you want to have a shirt to wear to work tomorrow, and your internet is down & you have to get it fixed so you can Skype with your family who have undoubtedly started forgetting what you look like.

It's not just words, you really will learn a lot about yourself. Would you tidy up your room if there was no one nagging you constantly about it? Would you do the dishes? Would you prefer to stay at your house and be an introvert, or would you like to go out and experience the culture and visit places you haven't been before? Would you allow yourself to wallow in self-pity and depression, or would you constantly distract yourself with activities? Bear in mind that wallowing is suddenly very dangerous, because no one will snatch you out of it. Would you try to go out every day, or make yourself a nice little comfort zone? What would your finances be like; are you going to be one of those people who live their lives and don't mind spending their entire salary as long as they're having fun and shopping every weekend, or would you be stingy and have a tight budget you never exceed because your savings aren't going to save themselves?

Most of all though, you will learn that no one in your life is irreplaceable. It is a sad fact no one wants to face, but no less true. You want to believe that some people are constants in your life and that you won't be able to live without them, but you know what? You can, and you will. This is a lesson I've learned that I really didn't want to, but it is very true. I miss my family and my friends more than I can say, but I've realized that my life will go on with or without them.  Your family? You'll try to keep in touch and speak on Skype and send Whatsapp updates, but it won't ever be the same as living with them and hearing about their day and having lunch together again. And when you meet, you'll feel like an intruding guest and everyone will be super-nice to you to an unnerving degree, to the point where you want to yell at them to treat you the same way, because it's breaking your heart that they can't nag and annoy you like they used to. And you'll be expected to be nice to them and smile all the time because you're not going to ruin the few days you're spending with them, are you?

Your girlfriend? Maybe you'll try to keep the long-distance thing going as long as you can, but in the end the relationship will fail.. and the sooner you come to terms with it the better. You'll be busy at work and you'll lose touch with her for days at a time, and while she's missing you back home maybe she'll start talking to that friendly guy who sits next to her in Sociology. She'll start telling him that you're the love of her life and that she'd wait for you for years. She'll tell him about her day, and he'll know everything about her. She'll tell him about you, and then maybe she'll complain to him one time about your unavailability. Then she'll complain twice. Then three times. Before you know it, he's her go-to guy who knows her hopes and dreams and daily updates, while you're that guy she Skypes with on weekends to have fights with, and then suddenly it's over and you're dealing with heartbreak on top of everything else. You'll think that you'll die from the pain... she was your soulmate! But then you know what happens? One day you'll be sitting at work or talking to your new friends, and you'll realize that you haven't thought about her in a week. And you'll be fine.

Speaking of... your friends? You'll make new ones. It might not be the same, and you'll still keep in touch with your old friends and reminisce about the good old days... and maybe you'll still be best friends... But at the end of the day, they're not there anymore, and no number of Skype calls or Whatsapp messages will ever be enough, and it will never be the same whether you like it or not, so you do what you can to survive. You'll meet amazing new people and you'll grow very close, and that will make you feel slightly guilty because of all the people you left back home... but you know what? They've made other friends, and they're probably feeling guilty too. And here's the kicker: a few months later you'll leave your new friends too, and they'll join the ranks of "best friends" who you know will always be there for you, but who must be replaced one more time nevertheless. The key takeaway here is that life goes on.

I really didn't want to use this phrase, but I guess there is no better way to describe my current state of existence... living like this turns you into a "lone wolf", as much as I'd like to deny it. You get too used to your own company, and you forget what it's like to live with other people... You grow too independent. In that, living alone abroad is like death. It teaches you to deal with loss. It teaches you that there is no person that you can't live without, because if humans were that emotionally frail we wouldn't have been the fittest and we wouldn't have survived to be at the top of the food chain. But this is very sad, because once you come to that realization, you can never have that connection with anyone ever again. You'll never feel like you can't live without a certain person. No matter how close you are to someone, you'll always have this feeling that "you know what? If you disappear tomorrow I'll still be alright"... and there's no going back from that.

And that is what travel will teach you. Traveling for a few days with friends or family is an amazing experience, but this is not the kind of travel that will change who you are or teach you any life skills. That's not to say that I don't enjoy it, but if you really want that "quest" of self-enlightenment a la Julia Roberts, you should consider living alone for a while in a foreign country... NOT traveling to Barcelona for 4 days and then sharing annoying posts about wanderers or the benefits of travel. I don't mean to sound like an arrogant douche, but I've learned about this lifestyle the hard way... so it pisses me off when someone expects a fun weekend to give them the hard-earned experience I've gathered so far on a silver plate. Not that I'm a grizzled veteran of twenty wars or anything, but life lessons like this must be taught the hard way.

So to sum up, if you really want to be independent in every sense of the word -financially, emotionally and mentally- and you have a chance to live abroad alone, you should do it... but don't expect it to be all sunshine and rainbows and unicorns. At turns it will be fun, difficult and lonely... but it's a great experience nonetheless, and it will develop you much more as a person and allow you to grow more than you can imagine. I really believe that this is something everyone should do before getting married; firstly because it teaches you to be responsible, and secondly because it teaches you to love yourself (not in the literal sense), and I don't think anyone can ever truly love someone until they learn to love themselves first (again, not literally). I'm failing miserably on that count, but it's a process, and I want to believe I'm slightly warming up to the possibility that I might not be a total waste of oxygen who is still somehow better than everyone else because logic can go love itself (literally).

Let me end this with a quote of my own:

Not all those who wander will be lost forever.

There, I've even made it Italic. Go ahead and quote me next time, maybe I won't be so pissed, then.
But seriously, I'll unfollow the next person who shares that quote on my newsfeed. Face the facts, bro: when it comes to your career and your future, you're not a wise visionary.. you're as lost as all the rest of us puny mortals. And if you mean traveling and you're referring to that one time you went to Paris, I really don't have anything more to say to you that doesn't involve colorful swearwords and hate-mail.

Monday, 7 September 2015

The ABCs of Men for Dummies

Allow me to put this in the most nerdy way possible.

If men were represented by an equation, it would be:

X = 2Y + 7. 

See? Very simple. You put a value for Y and voila, you can find X. No complications, no subtext, no need for anything other than simple logic. What you see is what you get.

Women, on the other hand, would look something like this:

ex=Y/((√71∮∞0log6((X)Y)X))

We simply don't have the technology or the emotional capacity to understand women. Granted, some of us are more "sensitive" and seem to have a better understanding of women than others, but they are few and far between and I have yet to meet a man who completely "gets" women. Scratch that, I haven't met a girl yet who claims to understand her own kind.

Thus, since I've already provided mathematical proof that men are much simpler to understand; in the interest of facilitating inter-gender communications between our ironically incompatible cranial wirings, instead of trying to understand women I will now attempt to explain men's logic and behavior, in the vain hope of this message reaching some female scholars who will be able to decipher it and hopefully educate their kind on the ways of the dude.

1- Doing nothing is a perfectly acceptable pass-time.

2- If you want to be heard, avoid talking to us while we're gaming/reading/watching sports.

3- If we ask you what's wrong and you say "nothing", we will believe you. We're naive that way.

4- Bro time is sacred. If we are giving it up to be with you, we are making the ultimate sacrifice.

5- From time to time, we will need to bro out with some dudes. It has nothing to do with you and it doesn't mean we don't want to be with you anymore. It just means we need to make some crude jokes, game, watch some sports, eat too much, drink (for men who drink, anyway), work out and maybe brawl a bit.

6- Shopping is the worst punishment we can think of. It's not about you, we usually even avoid shopping for ourselves.

7- We have that one T-shirt that we probably love more than you. If we could, we would wear it 24/7 and get buried in it. Deal with it.

8- We really appreciate being taken care of. Even if we don't ask for it, making us food or helping us with laundry can make us love you on previously undiscovered planes of existence.

9- If we really love you, we will get jealous when you're hanging out or flirting with other dudes. Don't take advantage of it and torture us because we will start to resent you eventually.

10- We like it when you show some jealousy. Nothing over the top, but enough to know that you care.

11- If you notice that we've been working out, say it. Nothing can motivate us more at the gym.

12- We get very angry if we compliment you and you keep dismissing it and saying that you're ugly. We get that you're doing the whole modesty thing, but seriously ACCEPT THE DAMN COMPLIMENT.

13- You can't expect us to chase you all the time. If you're not meeting us halfway, our pride will take a blow, we'll start questioning your feelings for us and eventually stop trying altogether.

14- We are all nerds at heart. Whether it's cars, football, video games, Lord of the Rings, whatever... we all have at least one favorite topic we obsess about and if you take the time to learn more about it, we will appreciate it more than you know.

15- Sleep is sacred. Waking up to answer your call or reply to your text is not something to be taken lightly.

16- When we ask you to text us when you get home, we mean it. It's not an empty gesture.

17- Talking to us about your ex is NOT allowed, even to tell us what a jerk he was. All that does is tell us that you still think about him.

18- Guys have a different sense of humor than girls. If we find a girl that can genuinely make us laugh, we'll probably marry her within 2 years.

19- Every man wants to feel needed. If you overdo the whole "strong, confident woman" thing and refuse to let us help with anything, we will feel useless and eventually gravitate to that one dumb bimbo who needs help unwrapping her Big Mac.

20- Speaking of, a little helplessness can be cute, but being a hopeless klutz who can't tie her own shoes is NOT.

21- Drama is like sodomy or castration... we really really don't like it and we'd rather avoid it.

22- We don't talk much about ourselves, but it goes a long way if you ask us how we are and genuinely mean it.

23- It's OK to have some time apart every now and then, we don't have to be in contact for every waking moment. Sometimes we'll need our space.

24- If we said something that could be interpreted in two ways; one is hurtful to you and the other one is not, then we ALWAYS meant the one that is not. Believe me.

25- We don't DO subtext or double-meanings. If we're feeling something we'll say it, or heavily imply it if we're passive aggressive and our name is Bondok.

26- When you ask us what's wrong and we say "nothing", what we meant to say is "nothing". Seriously. If something was wrong we would have said "something". Stop nagging about it.

27- Sometimes we won't want to talk about something. Don't be offended, we'll talk about it when we're ready.

28- Sometimes we will seem preoccupied and won't want to talk at all. Just let us think whatever it is over in our heads and we'll be back before you know it.

29- Break-ups devastate us. We don't show it, but they do. 

30- Eating out with the bros almost always develops into a testosterone-fueled eating contest.

31- The most fun car rides we ever have are the ones where there's 12 of us crammed in the back seat, 3 riding shotgun and 5 in the trunk.

32- If we speak to you when we're at work, it usually means we're stressed and need to talk to you for the sake of our sanity... so try to reply as soon as you can.

33- We definitely love pizza more than you. We're sure you understand.

34- Don't be offended if we still prefer to hang out with our own bros even after meeting your friends. They might be very cool people, but it would take years before they understand the inside jokes and the private language we've already developed with our long-time bros.

35- Here's a chart of the different girl tiers of friendship and their dude equivalents to help you understand what we mean by "bro":

Girl with me in yoga class  = Some dude
My friend who I met 20 minutes ago for the first time in my life =  Some dude
Partner in mischief  = Some drunk dude
Bestie  = Cool Dude
BACKBONE SUPPORT SYSTEMMMM <3 =   N/A
LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK BFF FOREVER  = Dude I only hang out with in groups
BLOOD-SISTA FROM ANOTHA MISTA   =  Friend
SOULMATE OMG I CAN'T EVEN  =  Good Friend
            N/A         =   Close Friend
            N/A         =    Best Friend            
            N/A         =    Bro                
So as you can see, "bro" status is the single highest honor a dude can bestow upon another dude. Very rarely, a girl can be made a bro if she has shown herself worthy, but usually it is a dude we have been great friends with for 5+ years AND/OR the length of 2 relationships AND/OR we share more than 4 interests with. The rules are very strict and non-negotiable.

36- No denying it, we are visual creatures. Yes, we care about looks, but they're not the only factor. You can never have our love if you just look pretty. We'll come for your looks, but it's your personality that'll make us stay.

37- When we learn that a girl we like is already with another dude, we respect that, even if we don't know the guy. Only the lowest of the low tries to steal the girl. Take notes, girls... if he tries to get you to break up with your boyfriend (unless he's a total douchebag who doesn't treat you well), then he's not the kind of guy you'd want to be with. The only exception to this rule is if the guy she's with is a complete scumbag who's taking advantage of her and doesn't deserve her; only in such cases is the girl fair game.

38- We're poor idiots who believe what they see. If you wear make-up we will think this is how you actually look like, and if you're a decent human being you won't take advantage of that because it's mean.

39- Aimlessly driving around with our bros and talking about life in parked cars is our idea of a therapy session.

40- Just for the sake of completeness... boobs.

I hope this was an insightful read, and I'll keep adding more points as I remember them. For now, please let me deliver one final message to girls everywhere who might be reading this; cut us some slack. You're as simple as advanced astrophysics to us, and if you try to make our lives simpler every now and then we promise we won't be ungrateful.


May your days be filled with shopping bags and stuff that doesn't smell like socks, unlike most things at our houses.