I just found out that when you brush your teeth, both morning and night, you should spit but not rinse . Toothpaste contains fluoride which helps strengthen your teeth. By not rinsing with water, fluoride in the toothpaste will stay on your teeth for longer helping to keep them strong.
Asides
Interesting stuff about various matters! Often not suitable to be posted in other categories.
Two lifeforms merge in once-in-a-billion-years evolutionary event
I’m exhausted from all the news and threats and everything. Every day we wake up to another horrible alert that another war is starting. I just wrote a thousand words and deleted all of it. It shouldn’t need an entire article to tell people how bad a war is. I’m just exhausted of being a Middle Easterner. It’s not fair.
Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, Bruce Lee
People send me all kinds of stuff but this was one of the funniest things I ever received from random people and I appreciate it a lot.
Holidays
I’ve been on Nowruz holiday for the last week and I have to go to work tomorrow morning. There’s a four hour drive ahead of me and I’m getting sad already. It’s not that I don’t want to work or something, it’s just that I’m leaving my friends and all the memories I have here, again.
I already miss everything. I miss the morning coffees, launches we ordered, cafes we went, movies we watched, shopping we did, games we played, and stuff we ate, and most importantly, friends we met again.
I’m the excited kind of guy. I get excited for every little thing I buy or experience. I get excited for the delicious fruits of this season such as Persian green almonds as much as I get excited when I bought my new car.
Holidays always make me happy and excited. I get to go to my favorite places, meet my favorite people, eat my favorite foods, and enjoy the city I love. I get to be myself and enjoy what I have and be relaxed.
It makes me sad that I’m leaving. It makes me sad that holidays are ending for me, this year sooner than usual, and it makes me sad that I have to wait a long time to get this opportunity again. But every time I get sad I remember the good memories and I cheer myself up because I know I’ll get to experience all those good memories and relaxed time again.
Farewell, Grandpa
I only have good memories of my grandpa. It’s amazing that I can’t even recall one bad memory of him.
My grandpa died last night. Today was his funeral. It’s a tradition in Muslim countries that a dead person should be buried as soon as possible. Here in Iran it’s also a tradition to honor the dead on Thursdays.
About a thousand people or so showed up today to show their respect and comfort the family. Some traveled for more than 400 kilometers to be there.
Grandpa was the elder of our dynasty which contains about six or seven families.
It made me happy that so many people, even those who I didn’t know, were there to show their love and respect. It shows me how respectful and loved he was.
Everything happened fast. He had some medical problems due to his age and he didn’t make it. He died painlessly. We were expecting bad news but not this fast.
He was awesome. A big part of my dad’s success in life was grandpa supporting and helping him. Grandpa provided whatever he could to my father and all his children. He sent my father to another city to continue his education because their city didn’t have a top-level facility.
He always expressed how proud he is of my father, and all his children. Always supporting everyone to pursue their dreams.
I remember how he used to hug me and tell me how much he loves me. He used to hug me, kiss me, and tell me bravo. “Bravo my son”, he used to tell me.
I miss him already. He used to wake me up early in morning so I can eat breakfast with him and my grandma, while they both prepared fresh milk and eggs. Best breakfasts I’ve ever eaten in my life. Nothing can be more delicious than that.
Right now, my family is preparing dinner, for those who came, and I’m sitting in my car writing this because I don’t know any other way to express my feelings toward him.
It’s a tradition to gather at home or a mosque and send prayers and say their condolences to the children of the deceased; we don’t do speeches or stuff like that, so I don’t have any other way to express so much that is in my heart.
Farewell grandpa. You were the best. I’m beyond proud and grateful that I’ve got to know you. Beyond happy that I got to hug you and feel your hands on my head. I wish I become a man like you were. A man that was respected and loved.
Thank you for everything.
New opportunity
I just arrived to my old home. Home sweet home. I gave my business to my partner and I’ll start my new job as Project Control Specialist in few days.
Everything’s fine. I miss what I’ve built already. For three years, I’ve been working twelve hours a day, on average, to make what I’ve made and today I left it. I still own it but I won’t work at it anymore.
It was hard saying goodbye to people I’ve had the advantage of knowing and working with. It was harder to say goodbye to the family members I had there. Their tears broke my heart.
It’s a new journey ahead of me. A hard one, I guess, and I hope I get passed it successfully, learning new things both professionally and personally.
Wish me luck.
I just surfed Mastodon’s site to choose an instance to sign up. Chose one that suits me and has open registration and few restrictions, and opened the link to read their terms of use. Then suddenly realized I’m like an alcoholic going back to alcohol. Closed the browser and came to write this post to remember I have a personal blog that I can publish anything on.
Good listener
Lately, I’ve been hearing from my friends that I’m a good listener. That was surprising to me as I always try to keep up with chats and add to conversations, I never try to listen, I always try to add something. But, I came to realization that I’m a good a listener; good listener unconsciously.
I was listening to a repairman, who I was selling some electronic parts to, and he had a riveting story and I was fascinated by it. Then suddenly something hit me. I was listening to it without adding a word or interrupting him. I was a good listener to his story.
I listened to him without realizing how much time has passed and I didn’t even think about anything else. Didn’t try to convince him I know about anything, didn’t try to talk about similar situations I’ve experienced, and didn’t try to make a conversation. I just enjoyed his story, effortlessly.
I realized I’m a good listener because I love a good story. I can sit and listen to you for hours when you catch my attention with a compelling story.
Humanity
A man was in a hurry. He was going to buy some groceries and then heading to his office. Putting his car in reverse after buying the groceries, he gets distracted by the loud music that suddenly starts to play in the car.
While going in reverse, he hits a delivery guy’s motorcycle and breaks a part of it. He gets out of his car and apologizes to the delivery guy. He also asks how much does it cost to replace the broken part. Delivery guy says it’ll be twenty bucks.
He gives the guy the money and goes to work. When he comes back home at night, his wife asks him if he had an accident today. He, surprised that his wife knows, tells her yes, and explains how he hit a motorcycle.
His wife tells him that a guy came to the house. The guy told the wife that he found the address asking the grocery store. He gave 5 bucks back to the wife telling her that the broken piece took only 15 dollars to repair and he came by to give back the 5 bucks he received more.
The story brought back my faith in humanity.