The other day I happened to open the Sports part of the newspaper, which I, honestly, only open by coincidence! An article caught my attention which was reporting a German Sociologist carrying out a study on the stress goalkeepers go through. That struck me for a second; how interesting! The article also alludes to a story by Peter Hendke Die Angst des Tormanns beim Elfmeter in which a goalkeeper commits a horrible mistake that gets him kicked out of the game and has him end up spending the night with one of the girls selling tickets at the door, he then proceeds to strangle her the next morning! Thinking anger management? That’s what I thought too.
Well, I could care less about goalkeepers in particular; however, I have always been curious about the life of others that we see or hear about but don’t really get the chance to dig into. This researcher for example has done similar studies on cops, bodybuilders, and house wives. I like those that take this even further. Movies like 8mm for example, giving insight into the underworld of the porn industry, Blow exploring the life of a real drug lord El mahico, and recently Lord of Wars revealing the life of an arms dealer.
So let’s see how this is like: seeing, better yet feeling with, the life of an(other). Imagine waking up in the morning and instead of having your cereal/pancake/”zait w za3tar” you start munching on an 8 Oz. steak, Kabseh, or Mansaf. You get in your car and morning traffic is gone, not particularly gone, but is on the other side of the road. No your’e not a loner! Then as you go into your office people are packing off and leaving. Weird. You finish up your 9++ hours and on your way home, the city is more of a ghost town. You try calling a couple of friends to hang out, but hey, no body is answering as they’re all, unlike you, working the graveyard shift, asleep! My weekdays in a nutshell!
seeing, better yet feeling with, the life of an(other)….I FEEEEL YAAA BROOOO…..
yaman..allow me to explain to whom ever didnt understand your last paragraph in particular….
1. waking up in the morning and instead of having your cereal/pancake/”zait w za3tar” you start munching on an 8 Oz. steak, Kabseh, or Mansaf>>>>>YAMAN WAKE UP AT LUNCH TIME…THATS WHY THIS IS HOW HIS BREAKFAST LOOKS LIKE…
2.You get in your car and morning traffic is gone, not particularly gone, but is on the other side of the road >>>>> Yaman leaves home heading to work at around 2:30 pm..somtimes after…
3.Then as you go into your office people are packing off and leaving>>>>>By the time yaman gets to the office, the day is almost done for others who start their day at 8.
4.You finish up your 9++ hours and on your way home, the city is more of a ghost town.>>>>because its almost 1 am.
5.You try calling a couple of friends to hang out, but hey, no body is answering as they’re all, unlike you, working the graveyard shift, asleep>>>>> i got to disagree on this 1 yaman, I thought 3abood is always awake
loooool
Amjad thanks for the explanation, it was longer than the post itself
And ya Amjad you are right, I am ALWAYS awake.
Going back to Yaman’s post, I guess man that anything you do for living will sound bad.
I bet that if you ask Edward Norton he won’t be happy by the work he is doing.
Ya 7bibeeni shu nikedeen entu el talateh:) yu2bor albi el nakad el ordoni ma 2a7la
yumon ,bi7yat alla don’t you enjoy waking up late ? working late at night while there is no one at the company yigazez ahel ahlak ? and eating healthy food at home instead of the junk we have every day ? u eno Abu El Yumon would be a social butterfly if he had ordinary working hours!
Well.. on the bright side (n im speaking from the standpoint of the night person that i so happen to be), you get to avoid day-noise, n that my friend, is a MAJOR plus! im sure it cant be too good for your biological clock though.. if you have one left that is.. hehe
Yaman.. you are no where but marvellous. I knew you were talking about yourself the moment I read your masterpiece. Trust me, though, you’re not alone. Some other fellows here wake up in the morning on different days totally confused; the alleged cereal bowl has remains of stale crumbs of what is supposed to be the other day’s food, with books on UNIX, Cisco, and Perl scattered all over the place… If you think that someone would drive on a totally devoid street, then what about finding yourself losing control over your steering, crossing the median, and the honks of other drivers… and voila: you are on the opposite side of the road; c’est la vie!
Does it have anything to do with theories of chaos, Lorenz’s attractors, and Butterfly effects?
Later..
man, u have the best advantage; waking up at lunch time !! and don’t worry i’ll be in amman soon so u have someone to call at night, then u can get rid of annoying 3aboud
Yaman, remember when you used to tell me to take early classes with you and I never did, w konit ti7keeli **s okht 7ayatak…….
el kas dawwar ya seedi………
You know I Roll with you after hours…..just holla at me…..
btw bil sal6 bif6arao 3ala 200ml ‘tabbi3 3ala measurements’’ jameed (labaniyyeh)……..
ya3ny ABOUD ma3roof be kalb el lail, ma bedha 7aky!! wallah i think same here ya “partner” bas el moshkeleh 3endy lama 2as7a el dohor ben7asablee leaves lol, ya3ny ma bala7e2 2awsal wela ana mrawe7:)
fa khaleek haik 2a7sanlak la2any el yom s7eet wo 3enay ma2looben;)
nice post man;)
I won’t try to make things seem better, it’s only useless to do that. no body is satisified with her/his life, I’m one of those “ENJOYING” regular working hours, yet I can’t say I’m content, how ever you have to keep one thing in mind “the others” is something “we” created, once you understand that all the curiousity is gone…
you’ve been tagged Here, sorry for that, but it’s your fate
no matter how terrible people act, we don’t have a right to judge them. We are just to express our minds, and don’t have to pay attention what other people look like, what’s their real face. It doesn’t matter for me, if someone will say anything about me, I know what I really deserve, and what kind of person I really am.
i love ur blog ! u have a beautiful mind
tht was osaid btw !