Hey joooonie joons,
Happy Hump Day! Is it Friday yet?
I had a typical Persian kid’s childhood. I went to mehmooni’s with my parents every weekend because not going was NEVER an option. My friends were the kids of my parent’s friends. And unfortunately, for me– I was the only girl in my age group. The next girl to be born was nine years later. #buzzkill
Even though, I was surrounded by boys growing up, I was never athletic, or liked games like Battleship (who understands that game anyway) or enjoyed watching sports- I still mix up baseball teams with football. I think deep down, my parents always wanted a boy because they forced the mushroom/bowl-like haircut on me and made me wear those long “capri,” ghetto shorts for years.
But unlike, those attention-whores (AW’S), I really longed for someone to play Barbies with. I could only convince those Persian boys to play “Pretty Pretty Princess” for so long. And pretty soon, they caught up to my tricks and stopped listening to me for game ideas (deep down, I’m pretty sure they LOVED it).
Fast forward to high school- I was finally old enough to say “NO” to the Persian parties I didn’t want to go to (couldn’t avoid them all) and what was even more exciting, I made GIRLFRIENDS.
I didn’t have to be the awkward little girl trailing behind the pack of Persian boys lost in their game of “Capture the Ball,” I finally had sleepovers and listened to hours of Britney Spears with my girlfriends (none of whom were Persian).