Karachi I try and write about you but you’re too fast for me.
I wanted to be a vegetarian once. I quit meat for three months. These days I tell myself I only need meat about once a week and avoid it on other days. I won’t quit because I’m anemic and vitamin deficient. That’s what I say, anyway. Sometimes I’m not sure.
When they interview people on TV whose children have died in ethnic violence, it hurts me physically. I say I’m desensitized, because that’s what everyone says in Karachi. I don’t think I am. Not yet. But it’s easy to switch off the news.
I don’t drive because a palmist told me I would have a car accident. I can drive better than I let on. What scares me is that it doesn’t scare me. My slow reflexes might cause me to kill somebody. Or myself.
I’m superstitious by nature and rational by force. I go to palmists and tarot card readers. I believe all the good stuff and tell myself they’re bullshitting about the bad stuff. It amazes me how I can lie to myself.
I wish I was a hippie. I would wear flowers in my hair, eat organic food and talk about love. Who can afford organic food though? Rich people who dress like they’re homeless and talk about how money has no value. This is mostly not true for Karachi. Nobody in Karachi dresses like they’re homeless unless they are.
I’m very prejudiced. I think that’s okay. Some people judge others for their race or religion or whatever, though of course nobody admits it. I mostly judge people for being unintelligent. I think that’s okay.