An "Ex" ...

Do you believe in luck?

Well, I - myself - don't know, sometimes, the idea of good luck, or bad luck seems so silly, sometimes, you can't give a reasonable explanation for what just happened, or what didn't just happen or why. Only the word (Luck), can give your wondering soul a bit to shut it up.

As always, my dear blog readers (who I think is gonna quit visiting this page soon enough) the posts under the (Crappy talk) category, fits with my bad, good fortune.

The other day, I was walking in the university, when out of sudden, a girl who was walking by, waved to me...
I looked into her face, and it was a shock, she was my first "Ex"!!
Its not like, I accidentally meet an "Ex" every other day, this was my first time, I thought (with my lack of experience in such things) I won't see her ever again. It was way too awkward. I haven't seen her in two years or so, we talked for a while, I asked about her news she did the same.
I’ve known few girls after her, and formed better relationships than the first one with this girl. The thing is that with her it was the first time for me to feel what real love is, in addition to that, the breaking up process with her was the second worst effecting one I had.

back to the "luck" thing, I have no idea that bad luck can go to this extent, after a recent break up i had, in the wrongest timing ever, which I’m still healing from, this incident just opened more old wounds, the ones that can't be ever healed (people with a failed-first-love can understand what I mean), wait! It gets more interesting, with all of this in my head, I just have less than 20 days to finish up my thesis or I’m screwed.

What bothers me most is that thinking about this incident, is taking more time than it should take, I have no idea how to get it out of my head. Have you?

On a side note:
3n jad thail el chaleb 3omroh ma ben3adel...
No matter what I do, thinking about people, places, actions, reactions, past, future, and much more things, takes more of my time and energy than actually doing something about it. The “over thinking less doing” is my main problem, I guess, its some kind of a genetic thing, a built-in overactive chip in my useless brain. In fact I starts to hate my brain the way I hate my heart, it gets me into more trouble than actually help in fixing them.

Thanks for listening guys, zay el 3adeh, I’m whining like a baby. Ed3ole balke hal mar7aleh 3addat 3ala 5air o ba66alat postate kollha whining.