Wahid's Words

Blue button-down. Grey dress pants. Black belt and shoes. The shoes- sparkling clean. Nobody would've known where he'd had to walk from to avoid the chauffeur from telling his parents. Red skirt, big black shades, white halter top and electric blue pumps. She's just your typical girl-next-door with a no-bullshit attitude to add some flair to her character. An orange towel, hanging from the balcony of a 34 story tall apartment complex that's still in the process of being built. A family, perfectly well placed in a society that is all too obsessed with perfection. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There are wails coming from the nursery decorated with a motif of a terrifying yet friendly bright-yellow lion. The dueling couple inside the duplex couldn't care less. Pieces of a transparent vase scatter the floor, husband and mistress carefully avoiding the big pieces while hurling insults at each other suitable only for the streets. Illusion...

Okay. That title sounds extremely pompous and glorifying. For the purposes of this post, my version of worldly defines a person that has spent a significant amount of time living in 2 different countries with different customs, as well as having mixed with multiple echelons of society and spent a great deal of time reading up, be it novels or news-related mumbo-jumbo. I think I fit into this category. Now that that ramble is over, let's get to the point of this post (the point is not to define worldly, if you hadn't guessed yet). After spending all of high school in the fairly progressive state of Maryland (and the especially progressive county of Montgomery County) and then having finished a year of college in UCLA, probably one of the world's most progressive universities, I've changed quite a lot. Words, phrases, sentiments, thought processes, etc. that didn't even make me think twice now makes me want to gauge my eyes out. Let's take a for instance; t...