I've got some things to say

Sometimes you keep things inside for too long, then one day it all boils over. Well, today’s that day. Consider this a rant, a brain dump, a therapy session in writing.

Let’s start with taxi drivers in Tangier. Who made you kings of the city? You nod when I tell you where I’m going, let me get in, then halfway through the ride you suddenly decide you’re not "going that way." Excuse me? Or worse, you circle the city like you’re giving me a tour I didn’t ask for, stretching a 7 minute ride into 15 then expect double the fare. Do I look like an ATM?

To the doctors who don’t know what the hell they’re doing. I didn’t come to you for a speedrun toward death. Your "small mistake" isn’t small when it could potentially ruin someone’s health forever. Your experiments are not practice rounds, we are real human beings, not test dummies.

Then there are the parents who are ruder than their kids. What a legacy you’re leaving behind. Sometimes I’m honestly unsure if we should educate your child, or educate you first? You’re raising the next generation yet you act like you need supervision yourself.

Speaking of authority gone wrong. Dear principals and inspectors, some of you seem to wake up with only one mission: to make teachers miserable. Who hurt you? Who handed you a badge and thought bitterness was a leadership skill?

Let’s not forget some shop owners. You barely look up when someone enters, treat questions like an annoyance and then get angry when the person doesn’t buy anything. You mutter insults under your breath like we didn’t hear you. Newsflash: that’s why your store is empty.

Oh and one quick note, if you’re a Ross-from-Friends fan, stay away from me lol.

Can we also talk about people who enter your life with no intention of staying? What’s the point? A drive-by heartbreak? A quick ego boost? Sure, maybe you "taught them a lesson" but congratulations you also left unnecessary damage.

I’m not a negative person. In fact, I’m a very happy person. I enjoy small things. I laugh loud. I love being silly. But if you’re a vibe killer, please, by all means, stay in your lane. Don’t come ruin my sunshine because your cloud is following you around.

And finally, if you ever see me in a bookstore with a new stack of books celebrate me. Be proud the way my dad is. Because if I have an addiction, it’s one that feeds my mind, not destroys it.

I’ve said enough for now, stay tuned for next time.