All work and no play makes Tololy one miserable “young lady”. I have decided to play a bit with my “tilly putty” of thoughts. I am not sure why I will do that but there’s this urge within me to do something that I will possibly feel uneasy about later on. “Later on” is a catchy couple of words,don’t you think?
So instead of experimenting with toys or synthetic rubber, I will put forward a nutty entry. Perhaps you will be shocked, perhaps not. I do not really know,and I do not desire to learn much at this moment. “For with wisdom comes suffering”. I feel like Oedipus.

I have reasons to believe that some think I sound older. Some definitely think I look older. I’m not sure why that is,given the fact that I am physically petite but not undergrown. Maybe it’s the way I talk but what has that got to do with the way I look?

Gather around my dears, I have a story to tell, a story of age and sanity.

There was this gathering of people at a certain house located at 14 street, Royal Oak,Michigan and I was present. This lady whose name was Christine,I believe, was eating and,being seated next to me, she felt obliged to talk to me. I generally do not start conversations with complete strangers unless they look interesting. I do,however, respond to any friendly and/or hostile gestures by complete strangers. And since “strangers always have the best candy”, I imagined that socialising with Christine could be beneficial one way or the other.

Q: So how do you like Michigan?
A: It’s nice but I feel as if I’ve been here before. It’s like everything is so familiar,coz of the media..you know
Q: Ummm… yeah. So do you miss home?
A: Oh yes. I miss home so much and I miss everyone I know. I can’t wait to get home.
Q: Is that your daughter?
A: No, that’s my niece. Come here Jude, what do you have in that plate? Cake! Yummy, can I have some too?

Then came the ever-green question.

Q: So I guess you left your kids back in Jordan,right?
A: My what? My kids? Why does everyone think I’m older? I mean,do I really look that old? Oh my god! I don’t have any kids!

By this time Christine was blushing. I was hysterical and there was no stopping me.

Continuation of A: No,seriously now, what is it in me that makes people think I’m older? Do I look like I have kids to you? I am still a student, and I am single! I just turned 21. Kids! I am not even engaged or anything. Oh my god!

Christine did not see that coming, you could tell by the way her lips shivered as she searched for a way out of the pit she dug for herself. As I bombarded her with questions the poor small-talker kept trying to calm me. I eventually quit asking questions,realising that she really could not afford to supply me with any satisfactory answers.

I do not think she small-talks anymore. Strangers not only have the best candy, they also have the best insanity sometimes. I provide people with such valuable life lessons. Enough tilly putty thoughts for today.