A Quick Change of Views

The readers of this blog (if they exist in the first place) deserve an update on my constantly changing ideas. If you have read my previous posts, you would have noticed that I am a Marxist. While I do not deny that I was a true believer in that school of thought, I have to admit that I was wrong. Perhaps wrong is not the correct word to describe what I think. Let me explain.

The more one person reads, the more he tends to lean in a certain direction on the political spectrum. Since most modern and intellectual authors and personalities being leftist, it is normal and natural for the reader to also lean to the left.

That was the case for me. It started with me becoming a moderate leftist and being slowly radicalized till I became a full on anarcho-communist at one point, however edgy that might sound. Things have changed and the tables have turned. I have become a Classical Liberal. No, the change did not happen overnight and no, I did not became rich or join the 1%. It took months and sleepless nights of reading and researching for this change of views to happen. Also, I’m still middle class, at least for the time being.

I still hate Donald Trump.

Don’t tread on me.

Mankoushé

Two nights before my birthday, I stand in front of my neighborhood bakery, waiting impatiently to order a mankoushé.

A lady, old in age, interrupts my way. She is telling the baker a story about how she almost got hit in the head. “Praise be to Allah for your safety!” replied the baker. Sick of the waiting, I pull out my pack of cigarettes and light one, hoping that the flame of the smoke will burn the time away.

Halfway through it, the lady turns around and examines me then says out loud: “Yes! Smoke now so that you may destroy your lungs at a young age?” I stare blankly at her face, turn around and leave the store in fear of my tongue failing me if I reply.

A few minutes later, I walk back to the bakery. The lady is gone but the baker with a smirk on his face asks: “Since when do you smoke?”

“It’s almost been a year.”

“You are a sneaky boy, aren’t you? I never expected you to be a smoker.”

“I’m not really a regular one,” I hold out my packet, “I’ve had this one for about three months.”

I see the expressions of shock appear on his face as he nods his head both in surprise and approval.