It all started in BIO107 Lecture. This really attractive guy sat next to me…in a pretty empty lecture hall. He continued to sit next to me at every lecture. Every day I offered him whatever I was snacking on “want some?” and every day he said “no.” So, I’m like, well he is intentionally sitting next to me every day so he doesn’t hate me…maybe he just hates trail mix. FINALLY, he tells me he’s Muslim and is fasting for Ramadan…I of course ask him a bazillion annoying questions because I’ve never heard of Ramadan and it was a SUPER excuse to get to know him better. We talked and he suggested that I try it for a day. FIVE YEARS LATER I’m still doin it. I’m not praying 5 times a day…maybe a little meditation…I do cheat on the weekends for the sake of survival. I’m not abstaining from alcohol and the other things. Mostly just not eating between sun up and sun down. The real rub here is that each and every year I’ve done Ramadan, they days have gotten longer. Like today for example. Sunset at 8:22? UGH. In any event, it’s a good opportunity to take some time to consider how many people really don’t get to eat all day—without having some hot guy in their bio class challenge them to. Makes me realize how fucking lucky I am to have lucky charms whenever I want to. Also a really good time for self reflection, discipline, self control—gives me a better sense of purpose each day if I start it with a challenge. So, Happy Ramadan bitches.
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