I can't change the name of the blog someone help me

In 2013 I was young and naïve and quite honestly, very stupid. 

It's 2021 and I still am all those things except for being young. Why did I name this blog "About me"? I have no idea. Was I thinking that people would be interested in reading about my dull life or my dull views? I don't know. Or did I think this blog would turn into my memoir one day? Hmmmm ... Maybe.

Anyway, let me move on to my actual thought.

I live in Europe. Germany to be exact and there's something I realized just a few days ago. Being born in Pakistan, a place where family is beyond and above all, I have been accustomed to always having people around. 

Granted, families in Pakistan are far from perfect. In fact the whole system is quite dysfunctional. However, that doesn't change the fact that having people around, who love you no matter what, is the best feeling in the world. Something that nature has intended. Humans are never meant to survive alone. 

This whole European concept of individuality, to some extent, is quite necessary, but I'll never be able to understand the need to distance yourself from everyone all the time. 

Which brings me back to the idea of family. When I moved here alone, it was quite rough to suddenly change from living with a family of 5 to a single dorm room. But at the time, I loved living alone as well. Away from family drama? Hell, yeah!

But you know, loneliness got to me (and my friends) way before the pandemic, way before the isolations, and the quarantines. So how did we, a bunch of family oriented people, deal with all that? 

We made each other our families. We give each other the same amount of love that we give to our siblings and our parents. We're there for each other. Emotionally and physically which is an interesting topic for Germans mostly.

When I tell them, oh I'm going to my friend's, they'll be like oh nice and the moment I say, I'll stay there for a week or two they're suddenly like "Oh mein Gott. Das ist so viel." (if you get the reference, you get the reference.)

But it ist nicht so viel. We've made a support group for each other. A family where finally there's no drama, no judgment (amongst each other. there's always judgment for outsiders). Isn't that supposed to be a good thing? Some emotional reliance, a safe place for guidance?

Important questions.

A very important question I asked my friend one day. It's not uncommon for me to have such questions pop up in my head and when they do, and if I share them, don't tell me to google it.

I don't want to google it. I want to know what you think. Use your imagination. Be creative. Be weird. Ask weird questions. Answer weird questions even more weirdly.

Tina Belcher from Bob's Burgers once asked, "do horses get songs stuck in their head?" Isn't that a valid question? What if horses are much more musical than humans? What if rocket man is what horses vibe on when they're running?

Why do flies rub their hands? Are they scheming against us? Do they have a nefarious plan to take over the world?

Do mosquitos know how unbelievably annoying they are? Or is it their way of showing love? Love bites to be exact. Spreading their love from one human to another with Malaria and Dengue?

That brings me to a question. Have you ever thought how weird dreams can be? All you're trying to do is rest your brain but it just doesn't want to rest. Even in the subconscious, it's somehow fully conscious? Running a play written, directed, and possibly acted by itself as well? 

Some people dream of the past, some dream what they secretly desire, and some dream about the future? A true future that too. Why is that? Is it coincidence that the brain shows us the one possible outcome of an event which happens to be true?

Do we all have a little bit of Dr. Strange in us? Out of the possible millions of predictions, we see the one where we can finally defeat Thanos?

Passion

 Let's talk about passion.

Just recently I was asked what I am passionate about and honestly I couldn't come up with anything because it's something I never have thought about. However, now, that's all I can think of. Hence, I've dug up an old blog space where I'm going to write about it.

Clearly, I'm not passionate about writing because the last (and only) blog post here was in 2013 and contains nothing. BUT let's get into this one.

If you've watched FRIENDS, you'd remember the part where Phoebe and Rachel are competing to be Monica's maid of honour and Ross and Joey hold a competition kind of thing. That's when Rachel starts her speech with the dictionary meaning for marriage which highly uninterested the judges. (If you didn't know, well now you do.)

That's what I'm going to do just FYI. The dictionary definition for passion is "strong and barely controllable emotion" but when I think of this, there's nothing I feel strongly for and hold a barely controllable emotion. 

Yes, I like to crochet, but is it my passion? Yes, I like to cook, but again is it my passion? Do I spend an ungodly amount on these two things? No. I don't. 

However, there is a commonality in both of these things. I don't crochet for myself. I don't enjoy cooking for myself. Then why do I do these things? 

For others. Yes. I love making baby clothes for my friends' babies. I love cooking for my friends and family just to hear them say I have magic hands. 

So this poses a question, is gathering attention and praise what I'm passionate about?