Two things happen every four years.  One that I love and one that, by the end, is completely on my nerves.

I LOVE THE OLYMPICS.

Not in the “I only watch Track, Gymnastics, and Swimming” type of way, but in the “I’ll watch synchronized diving and love every minute” type of way.  I’m an Olympic freak.  I get excited at the idea of an opening ceremony, I cry at the closing ceremony, and I have built my own makeshift version of the Olympic torch.  I am also known to randomly bust out with a mean humming version of “The Olympic Song” and sing the national anthem with pride every time one of our guys wins a gold medal.  It is my own since of pride and patriotism at its finest.

I became a big fan of Michael Phelps.

I HATE THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION.

Let me clarify, I don’t love it the way I love the Olympics and I feel I should.  This is a special event and a special time in Pakistan.  I should live off its patriotic nature.  I should get excited at the idea of a National Convention, I should immediately cry upon thinking of casting my vote, and I should “bust out” into a mean humming version of National Anthem.  But, I don’t do any of these things.  It is one of the greatest events Pakistan has to offer and I could really care less.  It is almost too much for me to handle.  I take that back, it is to much for me to handle.   It’s like baseball season where 100+ games is to many.  I don’t want to see you struggle, change up your batting order, and work on “figuring out how to win in Septmeber.”  CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE WINNING IN September.

And no, I haven’t fallen madly in love with either of these guys yet.