Why do you look at me suspiciously?
Yes, I hate…
I lied to my regular readers when I declared some days ago, that I don’t have hate.
I have hate embedded, studded or sewed in me... to be precise.
I do hate!
I do hate!
You want to know what I hate; yeah, I know that you have your anxiety-filled, foxy grin there.
Here are a few things I hate.
You know what it is? It is my coverall aka my working dress, my mandatory covering or clothing… anti-static and fire proof.
True, that it protects me from dangers… but I hate it.
I hate it because every day morning I have to squeeze in this and when I squeeze inside that, I am lost, I loose my self, my identity, my true self, my name.
I become a trainer, a stuffed robot inside this dress.
Inside this I am only an ‘Usthad’ or ‘Mudurubb’ (teacher or lecturer in Arabic) to my trainees...a trainer to others.
My name and my identity are lost. I am not jac there. I want to be jac. I want to be jac.
Here you seen my second item in the hate list
I hate it !!
I hate this too.
My big bloody safety boot is ant-static, fire proof, oil proof, skid proof and a lot more proof.
Let’s say that it is all proof except that it is jac proof too.
I call him fondly as my jackass.
I am not comfortable with the weight I have to carry with the steel toes.
When worn, I feel that I am in leg suspenders; I imagine that I am in a sick bed… hanging my leg with a spooky weight in white plaster.
You know oil fields have regulations that force me to attend mock fire or toxic gas drills to make you prepared for actions on emergencies.
I hate my boots those days when I have to run for the drills at short notice, dragging a jackass on my legs. I am relieved to be out of it everyday at seven in the evening, when I can get rid of it with a casual or even a better comfortable sandals.
I look with distress at my poor crimson feet taken out of my boot. Wooooooooo!!! It pains.
But I am going to listen to Kat who has a method to make boots easy on the legs… not forgetting the splish… splash…splosh...bubble...bubble...squelch..., sounds it makes as per boo
So, now you know why I have hated it all along.
Here comes my next item, but not the worst one, because I like it a bit, a tiny bit… for it helps me in numerous ways but not enough to remove it from the hate list
some of you already know the name as 'Hard hat' or simply called the ‘Helmet’.
It’s yellow in colour and I like the colour.
It protects my head from a fall, screens my full bald head from others… it also protects me from Lorna, who wants to make a fluffy Omelette on my bald head (a recipe available in her comment column). No pun intended, Lorna !
Up to now, she doesn’t know that it is my shining head that she always view from her 11th floor window.
She is itching to make my shining head useful.
Let me come back to the point. It protects my head from heavy sunlight in summer like now, or from rain which is plenty here.
You have a smirk on your face now and questioning lines on your forehead.
Isn’t this supposed to be a post about what I hate?
OK !OK !
I hate that “Helmet” for not revealing my handsomeness to others (ha ! ha ! I am better than Tom Cruise most of the time)
I hate it because it covers my pretty features that are part of my face & my forehead. Aren't they part of my beauty ????? (not my booty… hahaha)
Here comes the last and my tiny hate item.
Some of you will recognize it.
It is a set of earplugs which I have to carry as a contingency item in case, I am in a noisy area.
It is so tiny, yet I hate it because, when I use it, I loose my sense of orientation, like I am in a cyclone area, like in the middle of a tempest or even like an airborne infant…
A scary teeny weenie plastic piece.
I hate you, tiny !!!
Now, I gave all items in my hate list, buddies !! My narration has become longer than I thought.
Sorry for that. Now I rest my case.
Do you have some thing like these... that you hate?
I mean harmless one’s like mine?