Musla7a (mus-la-ha) in the local dialect means benefiting, leaching,
freeloading, using someone. I have witnessed a shiiiitload of musla7a
behavior since I've been here. Some of it, recently, I've let go for the
sake of "friendship". So what is friendship, one might
question, if it is musla7a? Well dear friends, bada bing: that is the question.
Parasites are not your friends. People who just want to use
you for something are not your friends. (I LOVE how they try to flip it around
and make it appear to be YOUR fault too.)
Little ditty about "Nadia" (not her real name). I
met Nadia in the States. When I moved to Kuwait , I got to know her and her
family. We got to be good friends. She asked me if I thought she
had a boyfriend. I thought it was an odd question; regardless, I didn't care, I said. Not my business if
(married) Nadia had a boyfriend or not. This was 1997. I used to
travel a lot for work (still do, really). Nadia finally fessed up to
having a boyfriend shortly after and while I was away, would I mind if they went
to my apartment. Hmmmm.... Cut to a few months later when she calls
me after work to ask me if I could "leave my apartment for a few hours so
that they could stop by...."
NadiaBiotch and her boyfriend never invited me to a meal; never
brought me a gift; never did squat. I think they may have once left a can
of Pepsi in my refrigerator.
I put my foot down. Enough was enough. Nadia went into
flip mode and gave me a tirade about how DARE I? Did I want money?
Was that it? Did I want them to pay? Yada. I'm like,
'Biotch please! This is my HOME. How dare you and your trifling
boyfriend (who, in 1997 couldn't afford 85kd/mo to pay the rent on a studio
apartment at that time for the both of them - SINCE they had been together for
ELEVEN years.)
Cut to 2012 when I thought my BS detectors have been properly
calibrated....
Little ditty about Timmy (he's Kuwaiti, but I've decided to call
him Timmy and change his name from the regular one I've been using.)
I've known Timmy for 2+ years and I kind of let annoying things
go: Like how he was always at my house, drinking all my stuff, never replacing anything,
never inviting me to a meal, never bringing me a gift, inviting his 7ailag (low
class) friends (although not all of them; some are actually quite nice) to my house constantly. Then, more recently, Timmy started
using my place as a launch pad to the next party (without ever inviting
me). He would just disappear during the evening with a group of followers
and then blatantly lie about it. His friends took an entire Smir blue
bottle off my counter a few weeks ago (someone saw one of them actually
smuggling it out of my house in a BAG) without replacing it (which has really
irked me to no frick-in end....). Timmy has pissed off a lot of my
friends with his very bad temper while under the influence, rude line of
questioning, and some more.
Time to stop being so "nice". And by the way, nice
doesn't mean stupid. I'm not going to change who I am to accommodate the
rudeness of others. I am nice to people until they prove me wrong.
Desert Girl, consider yourself proven wrong. And I am....
I'm not a doormat. (Don't judge me.) I have been having
fun. I love entertaining. Entertaining at this level might not be everyone's cup of tea, but it's mine. Do what makes you happy, I say. I would do more if I could. Always have. I like the company. This particular situation has not been
all bad. But the bad has been mounting up (to the point where I didn't have time to talk/correct/discuss any of it) so time out. Just too much.
One of Timmy's and my mutual friends called me. I had no
idea he was such a loyal friend, but wow; was I enlightened.
"Desert Girl! WHAT are
you DOING? Did you
know..... blah blah and yada yada?? I can't believe you let them into
your home!" Oh my gosh, like... ok.... I knew some stuff, but I
didn't know other stuff. Timmy et al had pulled the wool right over
my eyes and I have no one to blame but myself.
Bamboozled. Hoodwinked. Musla7a-ed.
So, when I confronted Timmy with some of the information, his
reaction was to call ME rude and said that HE didn't want to be my friend
anymore. Hey, save me some effort! Thank you. Oh Timmy,
you're soooooo.... musla7a. Thank you for that realization even after some time.
So, back to my point: Parasites are not your friends. People who just want to use you for something are not your friends. It is NOT cultural that you are not invited to a Kuwaitis home or, as an alternative, invited out to dinner, invited to an event like a wedding or whatever. If someone likes you; they like you. True friends are friends. They want you to be part of their world. It isn't a 1-way street.
So, back to my point: Parasites are not your friends. People who just want to use you for something are not your friends. It is NOT cultural that you are not invited to a Kuwaitis home or, as an alternative, invited out to dinner, invited to an event like a wedding or whatever. If someone likes you; they like you. True friends are friends. They want you to be part of their world. It isn't a 1-way street.
I will be over for a shower at 4.30.....Can you leave out my favourite towel again .... and if its not too much trouble ...Make me a Mug of Tea....
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