Some More on My Favorite Topic : Me

People sometimes tell me I'm funny. They just try to be nice, like "Ha Ha why is she being so rude right now oh ha ha it must be a joke ha ha so funny.. Err, ha ha?"

But of course I took it to heart and created a whole blog I could be funny in.

I'm that girl to whom you tell that their stick-figure drawing is nice, so they go ahead and start dreaming about hanging it in the Louvre, no less.

I started out with the intention of being named the world's best comedian in blog form, with maybe occasional wisdom in between, but seemed to have achieved the total opposite with my hollow pearls of wisdom falling every which way, and the humor trying it's hardest, and failing, to squeeze in between.

And before I knew it, I had become a grandma. I mean, look at it this way : I'm jobless, I'm always sleeping, and I leave no chance to lecture people on subjects I have absolutely zero experience in.

(image courtesy : google)

And that is why it's a great surprise(hopefully)that that this 22-year-old grandmother who takes up causes her life usually has no link with, would come to be associated by people with the hellish qualities of a weasel.

You must be thinking how an angel such as myself could possibly be disgraced as such. If you ask me, I believe that this saying I once knew has actually taken root in my life now. It was something along the lines of "Say something enough times, and it starts coming true."*

If you really want to blame somebody, blame Grandpa, who never failed to call after me with his "That little girl reminds me of a weasel!"
Trust that conniving old man to come up with
baseless and inconsequential crap like that.
Good thing I got rid of him.

What? I never said he was MY Grandpa.

*Obviously not true. If you believe it and come to harm, that'll just be natural selection at that point.

P. S. - OH GOD THIS IS ALL FICTION. I LOVE MY GRANDPA SO MUCH THAT EVEN JOKING ABOUT GRANDPARENTS LIKE THIS HURTS MY HEART!

Source : my blog at mariamsafoora.wordpress.com