CURRENT MISSION:

Survive the day without accidentally ruining my own life. Again.
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ABOUT ME:
I’m basically a professional disaster with a PhD in chaos. I laugh at my own jokes because someone has to, and honestly, my friends gave up years ago. I open the fridge multiple times a day hoping it’ll magically solve my life, spoiler alert: it doesn’t, but at least it judges me silently like a passive-aggressive parent. Waze tries to save my dumb ass, yet I still end up emotionally lost in places that probably don’t exist on the map.
I “work out” just enough to say I do, then eat like I’m preparing for an apocalypse. I reply to texts perfectly in my head, then forget, and panic when I bump into the person like I’ve been caught doing something illegal but honestly, that wouldn’t surprise me. I give relationship advice like a love guru while sobbing over someone who left me on “seen” faster than my self-respect evaporates.
Red flags? I don’t avoid them I collect them, nurture them, and then act shocked when my life turns into a beautiful, messy dumpster fire. Sleep? Never met it. I collapse at 4AM for a short “nap” and call it self-care. Life for me is fueled by caffeine, bad decisions, dark humor, and the delusional hope that someday I’ll get my shit together… but at least I make it entertaining.
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PHILOSOPHY:

Life’s basically a TikTok trend makes no sense, ends too fast, and nobody knows what they’re doing.
So vibe. Overthink. Regret later. Repeat.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

Honestly, I had no clue if Couchsurfing was a good idea, but I thought, “meh, how fucked up could it get?”
Next thing I know, strangers started showing up… and somehow left as friends (sometimes with leftovers, sometimes with socks I didn’t even know existed, and once with a bag full of chaos I’m still blaming the universe for).
Now I’m hooked. Every guest brings good vibes, absurd stories, and occasionally small disasters disguised as backpacks. My couch has officially become a museum of forgotten laundry, mysterious stains, half-eaten snacks, and emotional baggage that really should come with a warning label.
So go ahead, send me a request my couch doesn’t bite, I rarely bite, and the chaos is included for free. Come for the sleep, stay for the madness, leave with stories you’ll probably exaggerate, and maybe a sock or two.

Interests

I’m obsessed with music that fries my brain and makes my feet betray me techno, deep house, beats that somehow make me dance like a drunk robot solving life’s mysteries. I live for late-night conversations that go absolutely nowhere but somehow end up debating aliens, conspiracy theories, or why toast always lands butter-side down.
I hike like I’m training for the apocalypse, drive like the universe owes me nothing, and drink like it’s a survival skill (responsibly-ish, sometimes not). Nature calls to me in ways that make me camp, get muddy, and stare at trees like they hold the secrets of the universe. I explore cities pretending I own them, get lost gloriously, and collect chaos and weird memories like trophies.
If it’s loud, spontaneous, slightly dangerous, or just beautifully messed up I’m there, fully committed, probably overthinking everything, and laughing at how completely ridiculous life is.

• drinking
• music
• hiking
• nature
• laughing
• deep conversations
• you
• 4:20

Music, Movies, and Books

I’m into techno and deep house the kind of music that makes my soul dance like it’s at a rave, while my face screams “I’m solving a calculus problem under extreme peer pressure.” If it has a beat that fries my brain and forces my feet to betray me, I’m there, sweating like a maniac and pretending I have rhythm.

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

Meeting you. Yep, you. Quit pretending to be shy we both know you’re dying to say something dumb. Still waiting for someone to top that moment… so if you show up with a ridiculous story, a totally fucked-up accent, or just enough chaos to make me question my life choices, congratulations, you might just steal the crown. And honestly? I’d let you.

Teach, Learn, Share

I love to teach, mostly by accident I’ll explain something and somehow make it sound profound, slightly terrifying, or ridiculously funny. I learn constantly, from wandering travelers, catastrophic life choices, or just watching people completely fuck things up in style. And sharing? I share everything: stories, snacks, bad advice, minor traumas, and occasionally full-blown existential crises. Life’s too short to hoard knowledge, weird experiences, or half-eaten chocolate bars I hand it all out freely and somehow survive to laugh about it later.

What I Can Share with Hosts

I can offer you way too much food seriously, if you leave hungry, it’s your own damn fault. I’ve got a comfy spot officially “blessed” by three exhausted travelers and one cat that basically claimed me as its human. If I’m free, I’ll drag you around the city like I own it (spoiler: I don’t, we’ll get lost, and yes, you might hate me for it but you’ll laugh so hard you’ll forget to be mad).
I’m addicted to random conversations, so whether you wanna debate aliens, love, politics, or why toast always lands butter-side down like the universe is mocking us, I’m there. And if you smoke, I’ll probably share my cigarettes not because it’s smart, but because I’m emotionally reckless and a little bit dangerous.
So yeah, come over. Bring your weirdness, I’ll bring mine, and together we’ll make memories that are probably borderline illegal, slightly traumatic, but absolutely hilarious. Bonus points if you leave something behind to remind me of you forever sock, snack, or a little emotional baggage, I’m equal-opportunity collector.

Countries I’ve Visited

Jordan, Saudi Arabia, Syrian Arab Republic, Turkey

Countries I’ve Lived In

Jordan, Palestine