Starting a Blog

A lot of my friends told me, that I should start a blog. To be honest, I never thought I would. Lo and behold, here I am. It is only fair that I mention the people who actually inspired me to do this. Before I do that, just a little background on how I ended up on this thing:

Like everyone else, I’ve been through the ups and downs of life, and it has been a crazy journey. May be I perceive things differently than most people, and perhaps I find humor where most people don’t – but I’ve been told that when I talk about my experiences, they are interesting. At the same time, I’ve been told that I am a good listener. The listening part – I don’t doubt, as more often I end up being the shoulder to cry on. Sometimes, it gets to be too much. Seriously, if I got paid for listening to people, I would have a hefty amount in my bank.

I love my friends, and I have no problem spending as much time it takes for me to be there for them. But it’s the strange encounters I sometimes have that test my patience. Freshmen year, I was in the break room having lunch at work. A new hire comes in, and sits at my table. After normal introduction, she suddenly says, “I hate putting a condom on a guy…” – I’m thinking, as much as you don’t like it, I am not getting in your pants without some rain gear. Well, what would you expect when you are full of testosterone, and a random girl just says that to you? Well, to my disappointment, she tells me about her strange relationship situation, and asks for my advice. I asked her, “You do realize I am not gay, and I have no experience in suiting up someone’s private part other than my little friend who is attached to my groin?” I guess everyone has their niche, I ended up providing her my two cents, and apparently it worked for her. Hence begin my role as a ‘Listener of all things odd’ in strange places, from strange people.

Like any youngster, my little friend had more control over my life than I, but eventually I’ve become really picky, and turns out, my little brain is not the only thing that requires a stimuli! Perhaps its from years of listening to people’s deep, dark secrets – that I’ve become this way, or perhaps I just have a really caring side that produces enough estrogen that makes my big brain crave some intellectualism. Who knows? Turns out, when you become an attentive listener, more often than none, you are the shoulder to cry on, and not the guy to bang the shit out of someone. Or maybe it’s the beer belly that has started to form – result of being fed from a tub of ice cream as I listen to girls bitch about their relationships. Regardless, it seems that when I talk to people, I have a way of making them feel better. Like everything else, it comes with a price: sometimes I do all the listening, and then the girl I just met feels better and proceeds to screw someone else’s brains out.

So, I’ve been told that I should write down my ideas about relationship, my random observation of odd humor, and zillions of stories that others have found entertaining. Then again, I’m not a writer, so, what sounded really good from my mouth may not make any freaking sense when I write it. If you are reading this, and you actually enjoy my blog, you should thank two people:
JPK: What can I say; he went the distance, and sent me links, suggestions and even a name for my blog. Originally, it was to be called “Dr. Khaled Explains it All” – I decided to remove the Dr. and be just Khaled, as that is who I am.
Anne: I never realized you can relate to someone this way, as she puts it, we are “Personality Twins” – from freaky coincidences to how we do things! I am psyched, that our paths crossed!

If for any reason you think this is lame, just quit reading it. That just means I don’t write as good as I speak. But by all means, let me know what you think.