Satisfaction

A couple of days ago, I went out with some of my friends that I haven’t chilled out with since last summer. We went driving around Bahrain getting random things to eat and drink and talking about our lives and where ‘Shereen’ is at the moment.

I used to hang out with them all the time, we would spend almost the whole day together when I first got to university, but that all changed when I got even more active and started working. Meeting them after such a long time made me think about the steps I took throughout that time. I was telling them about my stories of Morocco, Egypt, the States, the people I met and the things I did and they were not the least interested. They went over why I shouldn’t have done most of the things I had done in the last year and how I should stop acting as a kid and start to grow up.

They then started talking about the usual things they used to talk about like cars, bags, weddings, who is doing what etc which I never had interest in anyways. I felt left out, I felt I did not belong there anymore; I felt they didn’t even want me there anymore.

I realized maybe I do sound like a kid to them; maybe it is crazy to want to leave the good life I’m living here and take the challenge of living somewhere much difficult. But that is what I want to do; that is what gives me satisfaction. It’s the small things in life that make me happy; doing crazy childish thing like asking for diet water makes me laugh, makes me happy and I enjoy my life that way. Everyone has something that makes them happy maybe is a new car, a new bag, a boyfriend, a whatever for me it is much simpler its just the people I am around, the weird things we do together, the driving around with good music we can sing along to and make people laugh even though it is laughing at us.