moving right along

When you are gone from your apartment for 15 hours a day, time flies. I can’t believe another week has gone by. I haven’t had much to say for several reasons. Kuwait sucks and I don’t like to constantly be negative.
To tell the Kuwait story would require me to be looking for things to tell or setting up situations to have a story to tell. I would rather turn a blind eye to what I don’t want to see, be positive and make the best of it.
It seem like if I want to get pinched, I have to put on my traditional Friday night mall clothes from back home and go to the mall alone. This is only moderately risky. I got better things to do than cruise the mall.
I can’t write about work on this blog for security and anonymity reasons. I might start a semi-fictional story with work as the basis because there is some seriously funny material there.
Or might just spend more time with My Man. Yeah, I like the sound of that better. We are back together. Long story short, all you need to know is that we talked and we are working things out. I can always learn something new. Maybe he will too. Understanding, compassion, and communication won the day. As I said before, I probably won’t be writing too much about us out of respect for his privacy. But I am very happy. He writes too. We are reading each other’s stuff.
So I have thinking about the title and purpose of this blog for about a week. My thesis fell flat on its face. I didn’t get pinched, didn’t get to confront anybody. All anybody wants to know is if I am married, children, and/or boyfriend. I haven’t’ had too many intelligent conversations. Even my cab drivers are driving me nuts. The dude from Afghanistan wants me to take him to America or get him a job on post. Bj wants, well, I’m not sure; he just keeps asking me to keep in touch. He calls once a week. You do the math.
So that eliminates 3 of my main topics: culture, work, and men. What’s left? Ha-Ha So I will update my friends and families on activities, and day to day funny stuff. Probably vent a little bit. And share my happiness journey. That is a deeply internal ongoing search for the mental power to determine my attitude and my own happiness.
I want to focus on things that expand me, not contract me. These stories will flow naturally out of me. More so than the negative focus. It’s just not in my nature.
Superficially speaking, the search for a title, well it’s like searching or deciding on a tattoo. How do you decide what represents you and what you believe? What can you put out there in front of the whole world to see? I would prefer the title to be funny. I don’t want to just be a journal of an American living in Kuwait. That’s been done and you know I like to be an original. Oh, I got it. High Maintenance in the Middle East. Hmm, some variation of that. I plan on indulging all my senses and desires during my time in Kuwait. I plan on leaving this shithole looking as young as I do now and that is going to take some serious work. But if I get a job in Iraq or Afghanistan, that will change. How will High Maintenance live in the barracks? I can be hard core, if I have to! Let me think on this perspective for a while. What do you guys want to hear about? I’m always thinking commercialization too. Can you see it on the travel channel? High Maintenance Survival Guide: How to keep a sand storm from ruining your complexion.