Beirut is a complex city, always was and always will be.
Come to think of it, every single sort of possible violation exists here.
This of course exists all over the world, but it's very special in Beirut, for no one, and I mean no one has the power to control nor limit it, violation that is.
Here goes my Sunday, it's the line I've been repeating for the past two hours whenever anyone drops a hello.
My Sunday was pretty much useless and I hate it.
This country is depressing, that's all.
It's all repetitive, your week goes by between work and university and delayed projects not to mention the Facebook/WhatsApp ritual that's been depressing me more lately.
Then Friday night lights are spent in Hamra as always, having few drinks or walking around watching Drunk Teenagers trying hard enough to make fools out of themselves not knowing that none give a bloody damn about them being really tipsy or just, faking it.
After a "wild" Friday night, Saturday is either spent in bed, or home nagging about things that must be done before another "wild whatsoever night", or for me, catching up with the latest never ending news in the region.
Saturday night however won't end up being so different from Friday unless you were lucky enough to explore some new venues or places around the country.
Welcoming Sunday with jaws wide open, the day passes by, you are lazy, still nagging of course, a wild idea floats through your mind: I should go for a JOG! I live right next to a beautiful shore and I must! Clear sky, lovely sunset! YALLA!
Eh no. It's not quiet simple here. You see, between work and university and the daily routines, one cannot simply find time for gym, so the least to settle for would be a nice jog every now and then. Sadly, without the proper company, it's almost impossible around Beirut and no I am not exaggerating .
I am no super model, I force myself to jog for an obvious reason, getting in shape.
But it's really not that simple because One cannot simply Jog alone in Beirut.
Sincerely Beirut,
I don't hate you but it is becoming impossible to settle for what you offer me!
You don't offer me fresh air, good food, proper laws, well behaved generations, proper education, safety, you can't offer me a Simple jog, a decent safe hang out.
Someone must drop me home, if I don't have my car it's either a Taxi which costs me hell, or waiting for someone to drop me home because Public Transportation sucks here, allow me to tell you why.
Because Police here is just so random, randomly cool.
I don't know why this hate for Lebanese police also known as "Darak".I personally hate you people.
You could eat a woman with your eyes! An Ass can manage to distract you and I bet that a thief would rob a bank by then. [ I have a video to prove this and I will publish it soon]
I remember a couple years back when I was harassed by a "Foreigner" right next to my place, I ended up filing a complaint at the nearest police station and I was told to wait for a phone call. I am still waiting btw.
And to think of jogging here? All by myself? When the sun is setting and the weather is fine? I am sorry but One cannot simply Jog alone in Beirut.
One of three incidents is most probable to happen to you if you are a girl between the age of Zero and 90 jogging in Beirut:
1- The famous Cornish verbal harassment whereas you are introduced to the newly released pick up phrases.
2- The one and only "Bezer" being splashed all over your pretty face.
3- Le famous Mobilette/Mostic following you home.
I used to respond to those three incidents by given them The Finger until I realized that this might trigger one son of a B**** to actually lay a hand on me and then me B**** slapping him won't be so sweet whereas he would state the obvious: "Ente 3arfe 7alik ma3 min 3m te7ke?/ Do you know whom you are talking to? " And that we want to avoid because everyone in Someone in this Beirut.
So to cut this short, One cannot simply Jog alone in Beirut and that's it.
Come to think of it, every single sort of possible violation exists here.
This of course exists all over the world, but it's very special in Beirut, for no one, and I mean no one has the power to control nor limit it, violation that is.
Here goes my Sunday, it's the line I've been repeating for the past two hours whenever anyone drops a hello.
My Sunday was pretty much useless and I hate it.
This country is depressing, that's all.
It's all repetitive, your week goes by between work and university and delayed projects not to mention the Facebook/WhatsApp ritual that's been depressing me more lately.
Then Friday night lights are spent in Hamra as always, having few drinks or walking around watching Drunk Teenagers trying hard enough to make fools out of themselves not knowing that none give a bloody damn about them being really tipsy or just, faking it.
After a "wild" Friday night, Saturday is either spent in bed, or home nagging about things that must be done before another "wild whatsoever night", or for me, catching up with the latest never ending news in the region.
Saturday night however won't end up being so different from Friday unless you were lucky enough to explore some new venues or places around the country.
Welcoming Sunday with jaws wide open, the day passes by, you are lazy, still nagging of course, a wild idea floats through your mind: I should go for a JOG! I live right next to a beautiful shore and I must! Clear sky, lovely sunset! YALLA!
Eh no. It's not quiet simple here. You see, between work and university and the daily routines, one cannot simply find time for gym, so the least to settle for would be a nice jog every now and then. Sadly, without the proper company, it's almost impossible around Beirut and no I am not exaggerating .
I am no super model, I force myself to jog for an obvious reason, getting in shape.
But it's really not that simple because One cannot simply Jog alone in Beirut.
Sincerely Beirut,
I don't hate you but it is becoming impossible to settle for what you offer me!
You don't offer me fresh air, good food, proper laws, well behaved generations, proper education, safety, you can't offer me a Simple jog, a decent safe hang out.
Someone must drop me home, if I don't have my car it's either a Taxi which costs me hell, or waiting for someone to drop me home because Public Transportation sucks here, allow me to tell you why.
Because Police here is just so random, randomly cool.
I don't know why this hate for Lebanese police also known as "Darak".I personally hate you people.
You could eat a woman with your eyes! An Ass can manage to distract you and I bet that a thief would rob a bank by then. [ I have a video to prove this and I will publish it soon]
I remember a couple years back when I was harassed by a "Foreigner" right next to my place, I ended up filing a complaint at the nearest police station and I was told to wait for a phone call. I am still waiting btw.
And to think of jogging here? All by myself? When the sun is setting and the weather is fine? I am sorry but One cannot simply Jog alone in Beirut.
One of three incidents is most probable to happen to you if you are a girl between the age of Zero and 90 jogging in Beirut:
1- The famous Cornish verbal harassment whereas you are introduced to the newly released pick up phrases.
2- The one and only "Bezer" being splashed all over your pretty face.
3- Le famous Mobilette/Mostic following you home.
I used to respond to those three incidents by given them The Finger until I realized that this might trigger one son of a B**** to actually lay a hand on me and then me B**** slapping him won't be so sweet whereas he would state the obvious: "Ente 3arfe 7alik ma3 min 3m te7ke?/ Do you know whom you are talking to? " And that we want to avoid because everyone in Someone in this Beirut.
So to cut this short, One cannot simply Jog alone in Beirut and that's it.
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