My birthday is coming and instead of being a joyous ocation the whole ideaa i making me need a lot more medication than I usually take for my depression condition. My mind just goes back automatically al the way back to the last birthday it can remember…being number nine or so where a friend from school would come and play a board game witj me while my grandpa woulld buy me the cheapest cake he could find in the store on hi way back from work, but…I guess it was fine. My father took a couple pictures and people said Happy Birthday unenthusiastically as they went in and out of the house throughtout the day no real party is what I mean…still I guess it didn’t matter.
Years went by and still it didn’t matter to me. Up to my 15th birthday, which in Mexico is the sweet 16th, a very big deal you know. I didn’t wish for a big party because my family had no real relationship with me they hardly knew my name to put on the card for th present let alone to actually wish me hapiness or any other blesing you know? Plus, during junior high school I wasn’t particularly popular. I wasn’t bullied either…I was the A average girl who just occupied a chair from time to time and nobody really cared for except for the ocational answer for a test which I denied…so sue me they didn’t talk to me I ate alone like a dog why should I had made their lives any easier?
Anyway, my mother pushed the whole party issue down my throat as she only knows how and I tried to invite over a hundred people my age of which around two showed up…se, my math was cruel but I was accurate!! After that I decided I never wanted to have another birthday party in my life ever!! I just had no friends I ha to deal with that fact as I had to deal with the fact that I couldn’t make a party for no one to show up.
I dropped the issue for about another 15 years. I let go easily as you might imagine, I’m a Leo so you can just forget it…and my husband organized something with mutual friends and family. By the middle of the afternoon, he was wasted, I was sitting in a chair at a corner on my own bored out of my mind listening to songs I so greatly hated but my sisters-in-law loved so they were singing out loud for the whole neiborhood to hear at 2 oçlock in the morning. I told my husband as sweetly as I could I TOLF YOU SO…YOU SON OF A BITCH! because he had pronised on his future grave that he wouldn’t leave me alone and of course…he did. I don’t see the future or I’d be rich by now buying lottery tickets but I do follow patterns I learn ffrom other people’s behaviors. It’s just good common sense. Being smart that’s all.
This year, I’ve decided to go out and invite a bunch of so called friends. I’ve got my money ready. If no one shows up I’ll hoarse from singing in the damn karaoke all night all by myself! I’m NOT waiting for anybody. I’ll be very happy if they show…shocked even, but I’ll have a good fucking time one way or another…hell yes…also, I asked my father to buy me a cake. I want an orange cake witr purple frosting. I’ll order it and I’ll even sing Happy Birthday to myself if I goddam have to but I’ll have th cake I want exacty the way I want it!! Also I asked for a change of clothing because I have absolutely nothing yo wear to go to the bar. My dad said “You’re pretty big to be asking for party now!!” and I said “Am I really asking for that much dad, think back for a bit and then answer me back?” he was silent after that.
I guess I’m tired of not enjoying the fact that I was born because I never made real friends. I certainly tried, I certainly needed then. I thought I had made a few durin my way but when I think back at the shitty times I find myself each and every time alone nobody was by my side…shit….I never trully noticed. I just thought I had bad friends…but as it turns out maybe I just didn;t make any true ones…Happy times sure, but shitty which have been many for my ife…nobody to hold my hand or tell me it’ll be alright even when they know it just won’t be but because it’s their job to hold your God damn hand when you feel like you just don’t have a place in this world. I’ll get into each shitty “frienship” later.
Couple months ago, I thought I had made a few new friends. We’re still in the process we’ve just met after all, but I had an anxiety crisis and one of them had to calm me down in the middle of work…as much as I wouldn’t had wanted to it just happened I’m sick and that shit happens to me sometimes without notice. Now, I’m worried he no longer will want to be my friend and I’m so sad because I reall like him. We have so much in common and he makes me feel peaceful. I don’t know exactly how it works on the depression crazy world, but there has been only two people in my life who can calm me with the sound of their voice; one was a true friend from college but he had to move to Tenesse a few months ago haven’t seen him since don;t expect to see h9m again; and then there’s this other boy from work whom I kind of scared with my anxiety crisis. I just asked him to tell me something so I could hear his voice but since we just started to know each other might have been too much, but then again if I scared him so soon by inevitably being me, maybe we’re just not meant to be friends at all…??
All this is just really killing me, what are your thought any advice would be helpful if you got any LOL Anyway as ever thanks for being my crying shoulder.
I have died every day waiting for you,
Darling dont be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years,
I would love you for a thousand more…
(Cristina Perri – A thousand years Breaking Dawn ST)
Wouldnt we all all want to hear those beautiful words said to us sometime in our lives? Love can be so utterly beautiful? Yes, it certainly can be, but that is as scary as hell, isnt it?
I mean beautiful yes, but just as painful. Lets take a closer look Jack and Rose from Titanic. Would we be as moved by their love story if he hadnt frozen his ass off saving her life? if he had managed to stayed afloat and lets say…life with no legs? Probably, but not as much am I right.
Lets take another peek…mmm… Romeo and Juliet. Who wouldnt wanna love soo deeply? But oh dear lord did they suffered their agony only matched their love for each other. They actually had to die to be together forever, talk about a bummer I mean perfect ending who can bother you in heaven? or hell…you know the whole suicide thing…? alone at last.
Love is a wonderful joke between God and the Devil I say. God thought we just couldnt miss it and we should be worthy to deserve it and the Devil just wanted to see us squirm.
To me love is…simply this…
Once upon a time somebody somewhere told me this story, might have been a tale or simply something he or she had read and had stayed inside his brain waiting to come out into the right pair of ears that turned out to be mine…
I heard the tale intently but instead of my ears it went straight into my heart and it had lived there ever since.
There was a young man showing off to every one who would listen his brand new heart. Red, shiny, beating like crazy, perfectly shaped, smooth as a ripe apple, not a scratch in sight that would damage the perfection of it. everybody applauded mesmerized to this young mans fortune and he smiled ever so proudly.
There was however an old man between the crowd picking up leaves who was not laughing, after a look at the young man he smiled and shook his head in dissaproval lookind back down at his dull job. The young man caught his eye however and curious he walked to him.
“Are you not impressed old man? ” said the yound man.
“I’m afraid not ma’boy” said the man unceremoniously. The young man still smiling answered.
“Have you seen a heart more beautiful than mine then?” To his surprise the old man nodded slowly with a knowledgeable smile. The young man’s smile faded for a second.
“We demand that you show it to us then!” he laughed along with the crowd. The old man unbuttoned his old winted coat and showed his old heart. Mishaped, with pieces missing, crooked pieces, hardened pieces, blackened pieces, broken and repaired pieces. “You call that more beautiful than mine, are you mad?” They laughed.
“Indeed” he said firmly. everybody went slowly quiet. “Don’t you see, son? I have broken my heart into so many pieces because I have given my heart to so many people in my life and they have given me a piece of theirs in return. Some have broken mine and others have made amends. Where you see holes is because Im still patiently waiting for those people to give me their hearts. There are hard parts where my heart has been beaten and harmed. Can see you why my heart is more beautiful, son? I have love and have been loved in return! Thats what makes it beautiful, son!”
After listening to the old man, the young man took a piece of his heart and gave it to the old man so he could give him a piece of his.
What kind of heart do you have? Mine probably has so many holes by now by its so beautiful that I don’t think I would trade it if I had the chance. I dedicate my tears to all your hearts tonight….GO OUT THERE AND JUST LOVE!
Today, yet again we had local elections. We normally have several parties to choose from so basically it sounds pretty fair right? ….wroooooooooooooong!
First of all, here in my country the whole process has become a real media circus. A stand up comedy competition between the best clown available. They have no respect for each other which makes me think: why would they have any for us if they won? Isn’t that how how it works you show your values through your actions and NOT with empty words?? I sure thought so.
Later, I discovered that the the process is now profesionally handled by children. I’m a teacher I can recognize one when I see one. He is a booger face bigger than me shouldn’t be the kind of language a politician who is about to sit in an office and decide the people’s fate should be, doesn’t it make it sense to you? It doesn’t to me!
I don’t hate my country. I’m quite in ove of my flag and I’m quite respectful of all the blood shed beneath my feet by all those generations of fighting for the rigbts I have every single day of my existence. Do other people just forget? Do they give a damn people have died year after year, ideal after ideal trying to set the tone for a better nation for us to live in? We’re wasting it all. We’re not making those rights right. We’re letting the bad ones stomp on things that should be sacred and held so dearly in our hearts and minds. It’s our nation, if we don’t give a shit, who the fuck will? It’s not the leaders that have to keep it from letting it fall apart, it’s us. Us. The people. It’s people. We’re it. It’s us.
Our rights and obligation lie in a tiny book called our Constitution. Stop letting people walk all over it! Stop doing it yourself because it’s easier than dloing the right thing…it’s hard…nearly impossible at times…but it’s the right thing to do. We must choose who we wish to be. Life gives us choices ALL THE TIME, CRAPPY ones mostly but choices still…
The million dollar question right: What the hell for? What’s the point? It won’t change a bit. Eventually it will. When? who gives a shit? Do the right thing!! Be the bigger person. Be the right man or woman right now that’s what matters. Speak up brothers and sisters, DON’T LET THE BADDIES GET THE BIGGER VOICES, WE CAN GET PRETTY LOUD TOO CAN’T WE!!!!! LOL HELL YA!
Believe me. There’s a world out there waiting for us all to SPEAK UP! so they can too.
Always, always, peace!!!
Today in my city gunpoint voting, homemade bombings were the meal of the day and the comments about it were just plain stupid: What’s the point, we won already? Who can posibly win from having elections at gunpoing for crying out loud! Can’t they see what all this has come to? Is this an acceptable way to live for them to say things like that?!
What’s it like in your country?
Remember: Those who don’t learn from history are damned to repeat it!
A woman goes into the grosery store and pushes her cart ever so gently through the SALE tables at the back of the check outs. She puts her purse in the baby-seat at the front and pulls out a long shopping list which entices her to a lengthy stay at the glorious excuse-to-spend-money store. She unfolds the long list, which fall onto her bag, and starts turning her head this way and that while entered aisle 1. Now, this store is her weapon of chice because of the excellent service that characterizes it all throughout the country; and as she enters the long first hall she can see store clerks fixing up merchandise all over the place.
She paces slowly through and finds the dairy products. She bends to take a pack of sliced cheese and asks the first clerk:
Woman: Excuse me, is this low fat cheese?
Clerk1: Well, if it says so on the pack it probably is, even though we can’t absolutely guarantee that the farmer took the time to take the extra fat out of the cheese so people like you could eat fat-less cheese slices.
The woman smiles back at him and walks away with the weird out cheese still at hand. The underappreciated pack hits the bottom of the cart as she aproches the end of the aisle. She reaches out for a Yogurt and reads the moist letters on it. She aproaches the second clerk:
Woman: Excuse me, is this the family size Yogurt?
Clerk2: No, we have an even bigger jug that is the family size, but for a woman your size I recommend taking this big one since the personal one seems to be quite lacking for your nutrition and the family size would probably stay in the fridge too long and go bad anyway.
The woman slightly chuckles and walks into the second aisle putting the Yogurt in the cart. As she enters her second aisle she sighes as she sees more than five people in the aisle. She takes a deep breath and takes a plunge forward. She grabs a box of cereal and starts reading the side for nutritional facts, when the third clerk aproches her:
Clerk3: Ma’am this other cereal is on sale, plus it contains more product.
Woman: That’s OK. I like high fiber contents.
Clerk3: Oh, this is high in fiber as well, probably more than the one your holding, except that this brand is new and unknown which doesn’t necesarily mean bad quality. Meanwhile, that one is known for its fiber contents but also for its pricey cost.
The woman takes the box from the clerk’s hands and then when she’s out of reach she switches back to her favorite brand. She moves along and tries to choose a jar of jam from the lower shelf. The fourth clerk smiles silently at her and continues to fil up the bottom shelf. She read in silence: “Artifitially sweetened.” She thinks for a second and then she turns to the smiling clerk.
Woman: Excuse me, does this mean it has a sugar substitute? (she points to the yellow letters at the front)
Clerk4: Normally when it has a sugar substitute the brand shows on the front, if not it’s probably sweetened with regular corn syrup, which in turn is worse for a person with diabetes, which I assume you are?
Woman: Ummh…
Clerk4: If you are corn syrup can raise your sugar levels up to the roof so I wouldn’t recommend it. I could recommend this other with “Sugar free'” label which could have some sweatener but not as high in glucose which would work just the same if you’re looking to loose some weight.
She decides to take the Sugar free with an ackward smile goodbye. She pushes the cart further into the aisle and she finds her way blocked by a wet floor sign between her and the dried cramberries.
Woman: Could I have a bag of the dried cramberries, please?
Clerk5: No, ma’am. These lot has expired and I’m waiting for another clerk to remove it from the shelves. If I sold a bag to you it would be good for the store but it could be potentially hazzardous to your health and I couldn’t posibly live with myself after that.
Woman: OK…? Thanks.
She smiles and walks away trying to set her mind right back at the shopping list. She stares at the items on it and notices she just doesn’t have as many specifics as she asks on the list. She decides to leave the cart to another clerk to take the products back to their place, and leaves the store to try another day…
What happens when we get much more than we asked for? Like this lady. We ask people a lot more than we deliver, but what about people who give a lot more than you’re willing to accept. How to tell a person than being too honest or too specific bothers us? We can’t without hurting their feelings. Why? Because we really don’t wanna know that much. We keep everything and everyone at arm’s length to keep safe.
It”s not always a good idea, let me tell you. I’ve had some of the nicest conversations with total strangers. I mean, I never go telling my name and credit card number, but I can communicate with other people just for the pleasure of it. You should really try it. It will make you feel you’re not alone in the world. Again, being careful is the rule here, so you might as well not touch either…I mean shaking hands. I know. It all sounds too restrictive to actually be allowed but it’s good to feel connected outside your circle of trust. How can you help the world if you don’t know it?
Go out there and be part of it. Don’t be shy! Welcome TMI’s, as long as they don’t go describing vowel movements. Share yourself more and it will make you a much more confident person.