Yesterday I got this damn shot & the doctor said that if my cat dies in 10 days, I will get another shot. I hate injections & I’m so sorry to say but syringes somehow remind me of HIV/AIDS. And yes I also don’t like doctors who are inhuman. Actually what I have seen is that doctors don’t care at all. I have known this particular doctor all my life. He’s the one who gave me all those meds (sedatives & tranquilizers) when I was 14. I don’t lay the blame on him. Both my parents were very much alive at that time.
Anyhow, this doctor has something against my cats. He again asked my mother to throw out all of them. Both the doctor & my mother were bitching about my cats…when I said that we haven’t come here to discuss this, I have come here for treatment. All along my sister was making faces. She doesn’t like when anyone jeers at me. But unlike how I have been painted…I don’t like to pick fights with people. I also don’t like to argue with them. And if you have noticed that I do not even listen to people when I’m amongst them.
This is not the 1st time I have met someone who wants me to feel bad about something which is not wrong. And I don’t need anyone’s approval, to begin with. I was just 7 when my mamoos, choti khala & my elder sister used to find fault with everything I did & there was no one to defend me. I can’t say it was a very tough training as I have heard & read far worse things.
My sister was saying last night that Nadira you are not my kind of mad & I am not your kind of mad. Quite frankly, I don’t think we are mad at all, but if she persists in her opinion, it’s her choice. Mad people are either in mental asylums or running naked on the road & people throw stones at them. I’m referring to the scientifically proved ones & I don’t think Z & I fall in that category. By the way, I also deleted one of the paragraphs in my previous write-up, as she didn’t like it.
I don’t know if I have made this blog boring. I never force anyone to read what I post or comment on what I have written. I am like this & I don’t know why people even complain when we have so many selfish folks & fakers as friends & enemies. I write when anything bothers me regardless of what anyone might think. I’m not the one who banks on moral support. You know my training has been so. I do find it funny that I still don’t mind having fake friends. But then I hardly ever waste my time on them. I just have one thing to say to all the idiots:
Just because people cannot set foot outside their own heads, I can’t give myself headaches for how they look at things. And what is this madness that everyone should follow the set pattern & be as selfish as possible even if it requires killing humanity & human values. I find it really boring & yeah that is madness in my opinion. And I’m actually ashamed of the world that tries to make me feel bad about helping out animals. Had I been wrong, God would have given me some clue. I may not be sure of other things, but I’m sure of that.
