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I went out to see the dentist today (just a regular check up during which he told me that I took too much care of my teeth and people like me put him out of business). Prior to being admitted into the clinic, however, I had to wait. Since I haven’t waited for anyone, or anything, in such a long time, this particular wait proved to be one of the longest.
I arrived at 12:55 to my 1:00 p.m. appointment. There was a patient in there and an old man in the waiting room. At first, I thought he was the secretary, but then I thought against it. The room seemed tiny when I entered, but now that I recall the two large coaches and three other smaller ones I realize that the room’s size was bigger than what I had thought. I sat on a grey coach, embroidered by rectangular patterns on the sitting area. The plain remainders of the coach made me believe that the dentist was trying to salvage two different sofas and ended up with that mess.
“First time here?” the man asked, again making me think that he was the secretary.
“Yes,” I smiled politely eying the fashion magazine he clutched with his thick hands.
The muted music channel was showing a video of a five-year-old song, my phone had no internet connection, the dentist’s roaring tools indicated that I will be waiting a while, and I had no interest whatsoever in aimlessly turning the pages of a fashion magazine. All I wished in that moment was to have a book in my bag that I can read to pass the few, yet dull, moments.
Yesterday, I finished reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, an interesting classic of which I will later post a review. On my shelf, there are but two unread books: The Grand Design by Stephen Hawking (a little sciency), and Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. On my iPad, there are tens of unread classical and modern titles, and I still have several bought books which are stored but not yet shipped from Amazon. I hardly ever let my iPad out of the house. Leaving a few minutes prior to my appointment, I hadn’t thought that I would need any means of entertainment.
My mother told me that in Ukraine the majority of people carried books during their daily commutes. She told me that she carried a book at all times – just like we carry earphones nowadays. Not only do I envy the pre-internet culture, but I also envy the people who can read when riding a train or a bus. We don’t have trains in Lebanon; and with our bumpy roads and crazy drivers, I get motion sickness just by staring at my telephone’s screen. Mostly, however, I’m envious because I wasn’t brought up to carry a book with me at all times. In the stretched time during my wait for the dentist, I disdained my culture the most.
I grabbed my phone, and started writing. I wrote everything that came up to my mind, from a note to self to leave a 30 minute grace period between one patient and the other in case I was incarnated as a dentist, to the recapitulation of my to-do list. I wrote till the notepad told me to stop (apparently, I had reached some character limit). Then, I got my check up, went to have my nails done, waited another few minutes for the nail polish to dry (again without being entertained), and then stood across the street to wait for a cab. In that moment, I couldn’t help but head to the book store. I’m never leaving the house without a book again.
This week, I’m keeping it all in the family, and hosting the post of my cousin. I have been always impressed by cousin’s poetry and today I will share one of her poems with you. She’s new on WordPress, so I would appreciate it if you hit the like and follow buttons to support her.
They say every summer has a story
But never have they witness other than its yellow and blue
Neither its heat nor its long days
But I yesterday have witnessed the court and jury
Summertime fantasies and wild July
Which I thought will stay forever
To realize that September luck is no myth
Soon summer ends as I cry
Too many jaw drops
Too many disappointments
Too many endings
Too many pauses and stops
For me I only found hope in him
And had faith because of him
He stayed in my life with all the mess
But lastly he have gone back to being him
Insecure I feel
And all human kind seems to scare me now
For he wants what he desires
Even if his desires are on man’s account
I can’t have him
And I desire him or nothing at all
I am human, I am selfish
I run away from him
I can’t live with you
But I can’t live without you
But summer has ended
And we are a mess
Now it’s time to either let go of life or let go of me
So I let you to decide
For I cannot pressure you to stay when in us you have no clue
Sorry I feel for us
And tears I cry for our happy promises
I cannot but not love you
But in us I no longer trust
They say every summer has a story
But it’s no story when it’s a happy ending
It’s no story without the flashbacks
Flashbacks of hot nights, yellow sun, blue ocean, red roses, loud noise…
Mine ended with heat and endless nights
Still, I remember its glory
But will always remember that back to earth I shall come
And in reality I shall live
Bio: Lebanese by birth who dreams big. I'm highly inspired by a relative “Margaret Benison”; currently majoring Interior Design and minoring in Advertising; living in a mixture of ART and REALITY; party animal; has been in love with the same person for eight years; an amateur poet; an artist. A person who have been through not a lot but quite some ups and downs, luckily managed to overcome the obstacles and continue the life I started. Blog address: www.ayanehme.wordpress.com