“He was like ‘OMG! WTF?’ and I was all ‘what–ever!'”

One of the nice things about living in Egypt is that I couldn’t understand the myriad of inane conversations that surrounded me.
Even when I learned the tiniest bit of Arabic, it was easy to tune out any meaning from the babble around me.

I could imagine that the people around me were discussing poetry, art and philosophy.
I could imagine that there was depth and texture to the discussions.

I am now surrounded by conversations in my native tongue.
I am no longer able to pretend.

Too bad, that.