So the Mercedes Fashion week Amman edition is about to start, a showcase venue for up and coming Fashion designers from Jordan (and more I think!).
Here it comes:
You would think as Jordan’s first STYLING IMAGE CONSULTANT and phone/go to person that I would have been invited by one of the designers or by one of the sponsors… Nope no such invitation has been forthcoming (except for Basma O whom I adore such a creative young thing, she at least had the decency to phone and the good manners to say thank you).
One doesn’t normally do things and favours for thanks, but one does them because one can, and usually it is a pleasure to do them. That said it is really interesting how peoples true colours show through in times like these.
Did I ask you for your thanks?…NO.
Did I ask you for your adoration?…NO!
Did I ask you for your money?… AGAIN NO.
But do they even show appreciation? A HELL NO deafened the town.
And people wonder why I fly off the handle when I ge asked for favours (a favour implies that you will do one in return! HA! In this town of users and damned entitled shits? Never a chance in hell!).
My bile is targeted at the people who ask me for advice, who phone me to ask where they can find such -and -such, the ones who bend my ear with their troubles, the ones who seem to think I was put on this earth to do their free work and so they can reap the glory, the one who pick my brain for fresh and original ideas and use them and then pretend like they came up with that all on their own… Yes you know who you are, and here is a little message to you a word of warning if you will:
As for the designers, well, masla7jieyeh…
I just thought you should know how ungrateful the design “scene” in Jordan is, after asking and begging me for favours all these years the effing shites have shown their true colours. At least now I know and can deal with them in exactly the way they deserve.
3ady Welcome to Jordan!
But let it be known that they did cross me and that isn’t the healthiest places to be (my bad side), and paybacks an effing Mother of all bitches and she’s got my name tattooed all over her.
The day will come when they REALLY will need me for something, and let us just see how THAT will play out.
Shallow, vindictive superficial despicable me and I am loving it.
You ask why? My answer is this, you can let yourself be used and pushed-over only so many times before you snap.
And it just gets to you after a while, and you really do have enough! So you snap and people cannot understand why you snap.
That’s all for now, my voodoo dolls, Santeria and Condomble are waiting for me, expect some mishaps to occur! 😀