- January:
New York.. New York
- February:
أول عيد "حُب" حقيقى
- March:
California.. Greatest state on earth!
- April:
.صاحبت واحدة ريدهيد و أبوها سيناتور بشعرى ده
- May:
Went to a concert of my absolutely favorite living singer, Florence Welch of Florence+the Machine.
- June:
Back home, to Egypt.
- July:
Met a special someone.
- August:
So very happily falling in love.
- Black September/أيلول الأسود:
Got my heart broken. It didn't feel like it was on purpose. Quite honestly and unfortunately, fate seemed quite eager to not make it happen.
- October:
Concrete career goals set ahead.
- November:
Greatness in the air!
-gave an awesome speech
-got interviewed and featured on AUC front webpage
-floating of the EGP among other long awaited reformative economic actions
- December:
A fancy conclusion of the year..
-20 laborious days and nights of unnecessary academic work
-graduated with highest honors
-celebrated my 22nd birthday (actually was partying because I am done with organized education, at least temporarily)
-got my first full-time job exactly a day after I got my grades
-Alexandria
As comforting as it might feel to be actually moving on, the process poses an existential threat to the philosophical grounds on which our social constructs for love are based.
You keep making very sounds arguments for how special someone is, how absolutely good it is to be with them, and how you are so meant to be together. Then, as time takes its course, you simply disavow all these well-established arguments in an instant. Furthermore, if you're the overthinking type, you, then, are left with very disturbing thoughts questioning the validity of your emotions and emotional judgement altogether in what resembles the notorious nihilistic 'devaluation of all values'.
As a devoted absurdist, I'm surprised that I'm surprised at this!
