Wow! I have posted on this new blog three times today. Obviously, I have very little to do. Actually, I have tons of stuff to do, but little desire or inclination to do anything.
Oh well. May as well blab on about my life. I live in Karachi, in a joint family system with my in laws. Now, before any of my non-existent audience gasps in horror and revulsion, its actually not that bad. Then again, its not all peaches and cream. God, I would love to sit and bitch about all the fallacies and idiocies of said in-laws, but the fact that this is the World Wide Web, where any of said in-laws can read bitchy comments made by yours truly, stops me from doing so. sulk.
I have an interesting group of friends. In fact, its thanks to them that I started this blog in the first place. I need to do something other than focus on my lovely dundun, or do "householdy" stuff. I actually think I'm spending too much time at home coz the smallest issue makes me mad. No insult to housewives (of which I am now one), I have total respect for the work they do. I just don't think I'm cut out for this kind of existence. I love all the time I'm spending with my son, and I will truly treasure this time, but I swear to God, I need to do something, ANYTHING to keep me busy, and stop obsessing on the smallest things.
It interesting. Our identity is made up not so much of who we are, but more as to what we do. God, this post is turning into a weird mixture of different topics and issues. I should shut up before a horde of outraged housewives (including my mom) beat me to death with a "jharoo" (urdu for broom).
Later.
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