I have no clue on how to name this post. I just know I need to write, there's no human contact available today aside from my droid-looking co-workers this morning, situation out of which I was craftfully able to escape from at least one hour earlier before my time.
It's so strange, when every single one of my entries has kinda showed the solution to a dilemma, for this one to have none. I'm no longer scared of anything else cause I guess it has all happened already. All of the disappointing experiences available to happen, took their course around my short life, and the next one is taking place right now.
What to do when you are left alone? Nothing. That is the solution. Nobody can't be placed back in their senses and everyone has the right to make the choices they make, I wish I had the right to be as irrational on this post as on the decision making that is basing this fresh new dilemma. As if life wasn't about experiences and issues, running, ignoring, avoiding and the sad masking of emotions has become the tools of this parade.
But all I will do is to cease thinking about it. It will no longer be the same. I really don't want to talk about what has happened, my lonely thinking has been taken to the limit of it's creativity and anything else that might be said about the matter won't justify the facts. Never. I guess it's good I can still write...
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
I confess (April 21,2009)
I confess I've failed...at figuring out life. It's easier if u stick to living it, we can't ever control it. It makes me nervous to write these words, I have always pleased myself at getting what I have wanted anytime I have wanted it, just 'cause I thought it was "what i needed". The least of my wishes. The most stupid thing I may have wanted to do at the moment, even if it was running away from a place instead of facing whatever i was running from. I have mentally, physically, emotionally and monetarily spoiled myself. I have forbidden myself from living. From accepting things the way they are. From really tasting the circumstances, from really enjoying the consequences, with a fake protection, a cold hearted protection.Molded myself to what I thought I had to be to fit situations, to fit cirscumstances, ...to avoid more pain. So I just kept sugar coating an old problem, coat after coat and forgot dealing with it.I confess I've hurt...by protecting myself, by neglecting others of providing me their care and protection, refrained myself from believeing in people. How did i get myself used to thinking everyone was lying?Who can even fucking remember? It was so long ago. But Gosh! I have let bad experiences get the best of me.This is a process, I guess this was just the next step, to acknowledge it. I'm not always right and I don't know what is going to happen eventually with life. I don't have a fucking clue if I'm getting what i need but while i get there, i'm going to try...I confess I've never taken the risk to try.
Ran out of words...(Lust n words 2)
...thinking how i was going to describe it. I have lost all passwords to the passage of my answers; all i have are questions. Have never intended this numbness I feel but then how to explain that u r but u r not.That u have existed and will exist yet u r just the current hope of an exhausted fantasy. Having to re-write words I once wrote for the sake of their own value, stuck in a red couch thinking how much are they really worth. "Chemicals in an unpredictable reaction, chemicals forming a bomb and to stop...Stop.Ilogically...but not impossible..." Spoken and unspoken, I wonder if it is too much, if the excess is the limitant, if this rush is just too much to live with, too much curiosity to wander with, too much lust to still be thinking about it. Too much of it, yet we know so little about it. Wish I could mute again in the sole pleasure of your presence, to memorize every detail just to keep it as my personal treasure, the stir of senses,and the willingful circumstances that got us there. But you've lost me, or have i lost you? Too busy to know anymore, too sad to realize that everyone makes it, yet not everyone really feels it.Love
Pasame el Pote!: Un articulo que escribi...pero nunca se publico
“Pásame el pote!” Por Inly Alvarez
Existe en nuestras tierras, una fascinación cultural con el “coge lo que te dan/eto e’ lo que hay”, filosofía practicada ancestralmente en nuestro país desde el tiempo en que los indios tainos se agarraron de sus espejitos. A veces, como buenos dominicanos, no sabemos de donde provienen las cosas, sin embargo las tomamos como nos las den; y tal es el caso del trago. Actualmente sufriendo de gastritis y pensando en como me la he pasado juyendole a ese vicio tan desagradable y corrosivo (tanto en nuestra sociedad como en nuestros hígados), me he acordado de nuestra vieja amiga, la más dominicana que el Brugal: la Mamajuana. Y emocionados al fin, nos pegamos de ese potecito sin saber que es lo que hay!Todos la conocemos como una bebida que ingerimos para darnos un buen jumo, sin embargo, este antiguo brebaje fue utilizado inicialmente por los tainos con fines curativos, estos hervían hojas y raíces a las que luego agregaban miel para endulzar con el fin de curar alguno que otro mal tal como: el dolor de cabeza, muela y estomago; ayudara a la buena circulación de la sangre, fertilidad o impotencia; entre otros. Según el argot popular, hoy en día, la mamajuana es también considerada útil para curar la resaca y la estimulación del apetito. Ingredientes tales como el palo de brasil, bejuco de indio, pringamoza, maravelí, timacle, uña de gato, bejuco de cotilla, abraza palo, barranquita, y maguey se ocupan de enriquecer la composición del ron corriente con el cual se ahogan en una botella para preparar la mezcla de tipo mas común, o mejor conocida como Mamajuana de Palos. La segunda, a base de mariscos, se encuentra acusada de ser un fuerte afrodisiaco; ya que con el uso de de diversos mariscos como pulpo, calamares, lambí, camarones, ostras, entre otros; se ha ocupado de resolverle “el problema” a uno que otro ciudadano necesitado.Sin embargo, lo mas interesante de esta bebida, es que tanto el experto como el inventador, puede degustar de su característico sabor en diferentes estilos, pues es esta de fácil preparación y adaptable al gusto del consumidor. Entre sus principales ingredientes y uso especifico, según el propósito de la mágica poción, se encuentran:Canela: sirve para darle el gustico, influye en la circulación de la sangre.Timacle: trabaja en los ligamentos, en la agilidad, y hasta en el claro pensamiento.Bejuco de Indio: para el flujo de feromonas.Bejuco de Costilla: otorga vida extra de la cintura hacia abajo.Otros ingredientes suelen ser secretos o utilizados en menor grado, dependiendo del diseñador, puesto que, como ya dije, todos podemos preparar una si nos ponemos a eso. Cabe mencionar, que uno de los ingredientes más populares es El Miembro de Carey, cuya cantidad en la bebida puede manipular el alto o bajo costo de esta, ya que es el más alto proveedor de potencia sexual entre todos sus componentes.Después de la reunión de estos ingredientes en un recipiente de cristal, podemos proceder a limpiar la mezcla utilizando vino tinto y algo de miel para endulzar. Una semana después, se desecha el vino y se le agrega ron. Este puede ser tanto de tipo corriente como de buena calidad; y también debe permanecer en el frasco por lo menos una semana antes de beberse el primer trago. Algunas personas utilizan diferentes tipos de alcohol entre ellos: el ron blanco, ron añejo, más vino, un poco de vainilla, incluso vodka.Para servirla, se pueden utilizar pequeños vasos de shot; directamente de la botella; o con hielo después de la cena, mezclada con soda o jugo, según sea tu preferencia.Sea para el dolor de cabezas, muelas, o estomago; para embarazar o no; para curar la resaca o echar a andar el motor; lo mas interesante de la Mamajuana es que nosotros mismos podemos jugar con sus texturas, sabores y efectos a partir de nuestro conocimiento etílico y herbolario. Lo que sea que tengamos a mano, puede darnos por resultado una nueva y deliciosa versión de nuestra homogénea infusión.
Fuentes: http://www.navarretense.com/mamajuana.htmhttp://www.colonialzone-dr.com/products-mamajuana.html
Existe en nuestras tierras, una fascinación cultural con el “coge lo que te dan/eto e’ lo que hay”, filosofía practicada ancestralmente en nuestro país desde el tiempo en que los indios tainos se agarraron de sus espejitos. A veces, como buenos dominicanos, no sabemos de donde provienen las cosas, sin embargo las tomamos como nos las den; y tal es el caso del trago. Actualmente sufriendo de gastritis y pensando en como me la he pasado juyendole a ese vicio tan desagradable y corrosivo (tanto en nuestra sociedad como en nuestros hígados), me he acordado de nuestra vieja amiga, la más dominicana que el Brugal: la Mamajuana. Y emocionados al fin, nos pegamos de ese potecito sin saber que es lo que hay!Todos la conocemos como una bebida que ingerimos para darnos un buen jumo, sin embargo, este antiguo brebaje fue utilizado inicialmente por los tainos con fines curativos, estos hervían hojas y raíces a las que luego agregaban miel para endulzar con el fin de curar alguno que otro mal tal como: el dolor de cabeza, muela y estomago; ayudara a la buena circulación de la sangre, fertilidad o impotencia; entre otros. Según el argot popular, hoy en día, la mamajuana es también considerada útil para curar la resaca y la estimulación del apetito. Ingredientes tales como el palo de brasil, bejuco de indio, pringamoza, maravelí, timacle, uña de gato, bejuco de cotilla, abraza palo, barranquita, y maguey se ocupan de enriquecer la composición del ron corriente con el cual se ahogan en una botella para preparar la mezcla de tipo mas común, o mejor conocida como Mamajuana de Palos. La segunda, a base de mariscos, se encuentra acusada de ser un fuerte afrodisiaco; ya que con el uso de de diversos mariscos como pulpo, calamares, lambí, camarones, ostras, entre otros; se ha ocupado de resolverle “el problema” a uno que otro ciudadano necesitado.Sin embargo, lo mas interesante de esta bebida, es que tanto el experto como el inventador, puede degustar de su característico sabor en diferentes estilos, pues es esta de fácil preparación y adaptable al gusto del consumidor. Entre sus principales ingredientes y uso especifico, según el propósito de la mágica poción, se encuentran:Canela: sirve para darle el gustico, influye en la circulación de la sangre.Timacle: trabaja en los ligamentos, en la agilidad, y hasta en el claro pensamiento.Bejuco de Indio: para el flujo de feromonas.Bejuco de Costilla: otorga vida extra de la cintura hacia abajo.Otros ingredientes suelen ser secretos o utilizados en menor grado, dependiendo del diseñador, puesto que, como ya dije, todos podemos preparar una si nos ponemos a eso. Cabe mencionar, que uno de los ingredientes más populares es El Miembro de Carey, cuya cantidad en la bebida puede manipular el alto o bajo costo de esta, ya que es el más alto proveedor de potencia sexual entre todos sus componentes.Después de la reunión de estos ingredientes en un recipiente de cristal, podemos proceder a limpiar la mezcla utilizando vino tinto y algo de miel para endulzar. Una semana después, se desecha el vino y se le agrega ron. Este puede ser tanto de tipo corriente como de buena calidad; y también debe permanecer en el frasco por lo menos una semana antes de beberse el primer trago. Algunas personas utilizan diferentes tipos de alcohol entre ellos: el ron blanco, ron añejo, más vino, un poco de vainilla, incluso vodka.Para servirla, se pueden utilizar pequeños vasos de shot; directamente de la botella; o con hielo después de la cena, mezclada con soda o jugo, según sea tu preferencia.Sea para el dolor de cabezas, muelas, o estomago; para embarazar o no; para curar la resaca o echar a andar el motor; lo mas interesante de la Mamajuana es que nosotros mismos podemos jugar con sus texturas, sabores y efectos a partir de nuestro conocimiento etílico y herbolario. Lo que sea que tengamos a mano, puede darnos por resultado una nueva y deliciosa versión de nuestra homogénea infusión.
Fuentes: http://www.navarretense.com/mamajuana.htmhttp://www.colonialzone-dr.com/products-mamajuana.html
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Yo peco, tu pecas, el peca...Tamo to' jodio!
I don't even have time to be here writing but then again, I have been rushed to deploy my feelings to this post as my all time therapy. Pero Dio' Mio! En que maldita cultura vivimos!!!
Ya me tienen hasta ecribiendo blogs en espanglish. : s
The capital sins as you may know are: lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. But jeez! Does people really notice when they are wrapped around them. Well, I kind of have my own interpretation of them:
LUST is an important sin that is supposed to be enjoyed instead of condemned, but with whom in hell are we going to get sinful with?(We are all asking ourselves the same question, so don't give me that face as if you're getting some, and if you are I bet it's not from a source of your preference). I'm open to suggestions, 'cause I have come to notice my judgement on people is very poor.
I call GLUTTONY to that necesity to feed yourself off others! as a leach!. Gosh!, mix it with greed and you are giving my worst nightmare. Food? U think this sin is about food? No, eating is healthy, conceptually speaking, is sucking the life out of others by consuming their goods which I find extremely repulsive.
Some of "us" don't even notice when we do it. But I consider gluttony "to feed my needs out of other people's supply"; worst kind of gluttony ever is to solve my life with other people's ambition. Well, fuck you! I'm not been GREEDY! But if somebody takes the time to figure a solution to their needs, why do u suck...up to them? Stop been such a SLOTH, cause for that sin you CAN get punished, remember "Karma is a Bitch". So if you sit down doing nothing, karma will give you...nothing. Go get yourself a better job dude!Make something out of your life, so you won't continue to feel ENVY on those who do work!.
And hey like I said, I'm not been greedy, it's call been protective of my own interests. However it does make me develop a WRATH that won't go away in a while until some people figure out they need to develop some fucking PRIDE...for their own sakes.
Sincerely,
SYNful Ol'me.
Ya me tienen hasta ecribiendo blogs en espanglish. : s
The capital sins as you may know are: lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. But jeez! Does people really notice when they are wrapped around them. Well, I kind of have my own interpretation of them:
LUST is an important sin that is supposed to be enjoyed instead of condemned, but with whom in hell are we going to get sinful with?(We are all asking ourselves the same question, so don't give me that face as if you're getting some, and if you are I bet it's not from a source of your preference). I'm open to suggestions, 'cause I have come to notice my judgement on people is very poor.
I call GLUTTONY to that necesity to feed yourself off others! as a leach!. Gosh!, mix it with greed and you are giving my worst nightmare. Food? U think this sin is about food? No, eating is healthy, conceptually speaking, is sucking the life out of others by consuming their goods which I find extremely repulsive.
Some of "us" don't even notice when we do it. But I consider gluttony "to feed my needs out of other people's supply"; worst kind of gluttony ever is to solve my life with other people's ambition. Well, fuck you! I'm not been GREEDY! But if somebody takes the time to figure a solution to their needs, why do u suck...up to them? Stop been such a SLOTH, cause for that sin you CAN get punished, remember "Karma is a Bitch". So if you sit down doing nothing, karma will give you...nothing. Go get yourself a better job dude!Make something out of your life, so you won't continue to feel ENVY on those who do work!.
And hey like I said, I'm not been greedy, it's call been protective of my own interests. However it does make me develop a WRATH that won't go away in a while until some people figure out they need to develop some fucking PRIDE...for their own sakes.
Sincerely,
SYNful Ol'me.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
An amateur's attempt to write a suspense story:
I wanted to write a poem in spanish, my mother tongue, but I failed; so I proceeded to use the prose to write about "her" but then I ended up making a story and noticed right in the middle of my writing that I was writing a suspense one. Enjoy it's a little of Edgar (Allan Poe) mixed with Anne (Rice):
" The cuckoo clock shows the 1300 as he likes to call it. The heat is rising. The wood is crackling. The damage of the sun is running it’s course. –“Someday this house will evaporate into smoke” – she thinks.
The landscape is dry. She’s there in the porch, smacking the flies, fighting her angst, sucking in the heat, sitting again in her rocking chair. Even though she is in pain, she made sure she woke up early that morning because she’d like to be there for his welcome.
She cleaned the house well, but for some reason the dust is back. Tom is going to be upset. It must be the hot wind of the desert, pulling it back in, after she brooms it all out. Bored to the bone, she is hating the desert, however, it’s the house he built for her; based on gratitude “she loves it”...He’s running late. Last week, he had left to the city to get provisions and had gotten home two days later.
Drunk and empty handed. He was tough and rough, a country man, yet he liked the pleasures of the filthy city. He hit her too hard that day, but it was her fault, dinner wasn't ready. She fell through the stairs but she's ok now; after seeing her in pain he apologized and cuddled with her. Tom really knows how to make it right in the end. He is good man, just that alcohol brings the worst out of him, like anyone else. He was very upset, said he'd never meant to hurt her.
–“Today he’ll come”- she says, but nobody listens, she’s alone there waiting. She checks on the food, because he doesn’t like his stew too dried.
-"My mother’s recipe must be respected" he has always said. So she has been trying to keep up with the legacy.
She checks out the clock, it’s getting late. She goes back to the cleaning, but there is more dust, the stew looks dry and a stench is coming up. He’s not here yet, but he will be. She is going back to the porch.
-"No matter how much I clean, the dust will keep coming back"- she says to herself.
She is hurting a lot, that fall has affected her motion. Hours keep passing by, and it's getting dark, the stench is becoming painful, after all the dusting the house remains the same. She's tired of waiting for Tom.-"Those women again, the lust and the alcohol!!! The seed of the devil!! Oh Tom, what are you doing to yourself?"- she cries...
He’s drunker than the last time. He falls on the doorstep, and takes another sip of his cheap whisky. He’s crying like a child, yet she stares in fear. She tries to feed herself some courage. She has spent her whole day waiting for him, she has spent her whole life sacrificed for him.
– Oh Tom, why do you keep this up?- She tells him. But he is ignoring her like always. He picks himself up as he can and walks inside the house. She follows him.
–Why do you keep doing this to ourselves?!- she screams.
But Tom is busy trying to stir the dried stew. He continues to sob and cry. He doesn’t even look in her direction. He takes the mop, throws some cleaning liquids on the floor and starts cleaning the bottom of the stairs.
He screams: -“Shut up!, I don’t want to hear you anymore!”.
-“Well, you will have to, for the rest of your life!”- she replies.-“I’m tired Tom, of not been able to keep up to your expectations, tired of cleaning, tired of cooking, tired of waiting for a man I’ve never had to come home!”-
He kneels on the floor. He stares hard at the bottom of the stairs.
-“Stop! Ok. I’m sorry” – he says.-“I never meant to hurt you so bad”.
He stands again, he turns to her, yet he’s not looking at her. He’s looking over her, at the closet, at …the stench. Surprised by knowing the origin of that horrible smell she follows him again as he walks towards the closet door, still crying, still sobbing.
-Just shut up, please!- He screams again. Yet she’s aware she hasn’t talked in a period of minutes.
He finally opens the closet door and sits in the floor. She stares in awe as he hugs a stained duffel bag and whispers: -“I love you dear. I swear I’ll never hurt you anymore. Never again”
THE END"
I hope you enjoyed the twist, if you were of those who thought "she" had killed Tom.
Laterz!
" The cuckoo clock shows the 1300 as he likes to call it. The heat is rising. The wood is crackling. The damage of the sun is running it’s course. –“Someday this house will evaporate into smoke” – she thinks.
The landscape is dry. She’s there in the porch, smacking the flies, fighting her angst, sucking in the heat, sitting again in her rocking chair. Even though she is in pain, she made sure she woke up early that morning because she’d like to be there for his welcome.
She cleaned the house well, but for some reason the dust is back. Tom is going to be upset. It must be the hot wind of the desert, pulling it back in, after she brooms it all out. Bored to the bone, she is hating the desert, however, it’s the house he built for her; based on gratitude “she loves it”...He’s running late. Last week, he had left to the city to get provisions and had gotten home two days later.
Drunk and empty handed. He was tough and rough, a country man, yet he liked the pleasures of the filthy city. He hit her too hard that day, but it was her fault, dinner wasn't ready. She fell through the stairs but she's ok now; after seeing her in pain he apologized and cuddled with her. Tom really knows how to make it right in the end. He is good man, just that alcohol brings the worst out of him, like anyone else. He was very upset, said he'd never meant to hurt her.
–“Today he’ll come”- she says, but nobody listens, she’s alone there waiting. She checks on the food, because he doesn’t like his stew too dried.
-"My mother’s recipe must be respected" he has always said. So she has been trying to keep up with the legacy.
She checks out the clock, it’s getting late. She goes back to the cleaning, but there is more dust, the stew looks dry and a stench is coming up. He’s not here yet, but he will be. She is going back to the porch.
-"No matter how much I clean, the dust will keep coming back"- she says to herself.
She is hurting a lot, that fall has affected her motion. Hours keep passing by, and it's getting dark, the stench is becoming painful, after all the dusting the house remains the same. She's tired of waiting for Tom.-"Those women again, the lust and the alcohol!!! The seed of the devil!! Oh Tom, what are you doing to yourself?"- she cries...
He’s drunker than the last time. He falls on the doorstep, and takes another sip of his cheap whisky. He’s crying like a child, yet she stares in fear. She tries to feed herself some courage. She has spent her whole day waiting for him, she has spent her whole life sacrificed for him.
– Oh Tom, why do you keep this up?- She tells him. But he is ignoring her like always. He picks himself up as he can and walks inside the house. She follows him.
–Why do you keep doing this to ourselves?!- she screams.
But Tom is busy trying to stir the dried stew. He continues to sob and cry. He doesn’t even look in her direction. He takes the mop, throws some cleaning liquids on the floor and starts cleaning the bottom of the stairs.
He screams: -“Shut up!, I don’t want to hear you anymore!”.
-“Well, you will have to, for the rest of your life!”- she replies.-“I’m tired Tom, of not been able to keep up to your expectations, tired of cleaning, tired of cooking, tired of waiting for a man I’ve never had to come home!”-
He kneels on the floor. He stares hard at the bottom of the stairs.
-“Stop! Ok. I’m sorry” – he says.-“I never meant to hurt you so bad”.
He stands again, he turns to her, yet he’s not looking at her. He’s looking over her, at the closet, at …the stench. Surprised by knowing the origin of that horrible smell she follows him again as he walks towards the closet door, still crying, still sobbing.
-Just shut up, please!- He screams again. Yet she’s aware she hasn’t talked in a period of minutes.
He finally opens the closet door and sits in the floor. She stares in awe as he hugs a stained duffel bag and whispers: -“I love you dear. I swear I’ll never hurt you anymore. Never again”
THE END"
I hope you enjoyed the twist, if you were of those who thought "she" had killed Tom.
Laterz!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Chill, u r still fertile :P
Amidst the marriage virus attacking me and my friends 'tis season, I have decided to research about the issue and bring a possitive outcome on us been single or in the middle of a "relationship" ('cuz u know what I mean considering the culture we live in and the men we tend to date, we are far from having a serious concept of that).
Within my research I had found such an enlightening truth: we are always pressuring ourselves on having "company", on when are we getting married and just not enjoying our life. Remember that other entry I wrote: "Your life revolves around your own story, your own adventures". Well, I have found an article in a funky website with these "Sanity Saving Vows" I wanted to share with my few readers. Please, I'd like to note I don't want to seem like trashing tradition but lightening the load on us women, who are spending too much time tied to tabues without allowing ourselves real growth, which in the end will only lead us to our own happiness with a really great somebody or not, in a thousand years or not; but in the mean time...
...I'll love the skin I'm in. :P
"Sanity Saving Vows
I promise not to grade myself based on whether or not I have said I do.
I know that while falling in love is great, it is not as easy as buying the right perfume/cosmetic/weight-loss product, though billions of dollars are spent trying to make me believe it is.
I won't be bummed about not getting invited to the smug married dinner club because I will be out on the town with my new fabulous single friends.
I will stop making lists of male friends with good genetic attributes who could be potential sperm donors because I'm twenty-eight (the writer of the article) and nowhere near tying the knot.
I will relish my complete liberty and my ability to join the circus in New Zealand if I see fit because I don't have to factor someone else into my decision.
I will spend more time doing things that make me feel proud of my independence and competence so that I never “need” a man but I won't beat myself up for wanting one.
When I get really down about being alone, I will remember that the first 120 days of a new relationship are full of lust, excitement, and sweetness and I still have another 120 days to look forward to.
I realize that there are a ton of married women who would kill to be as free and breezy as I am. So for all of them, I am going to live it up and do my best to justify their jealousy.
I won't put up an inspirational poster by my desk or anything, but I will live every day as if it's my last single one."
Lovely! So I hope you girls read this and enjoy it. Don't be offended if you get to lose your independence, time, self-interest before me. I will make sure I love every second of this uncertain journey, I'm just 23 so I still have 5 years before getting as old as that article's writer!
I have tons of people to love right now, I have my girls! ("Vitchess"!!! Yao yao, Represent-ing!) and the crazy MF's who accompany us :P, I have my family, I have my dog!; they have a real relationship with me, a job, a career to get serious with, another job and lots of plans.
As women of this era, we should be focused on using the influence and power we are now given in fixing the wrongs, curing the sick, or just humbly changing the world. There's just so much we can do with our time now, if you don't know what it is, I guess then it's really time to discover these things.
Peace!
Within my research I had found such an enlightening truth: we are always pressuring ourselves on having "company", on when are we getting married and just not enjoying our life. Remember that other entry I wrote: "Your life revolves around your own story, your own adventures". Well, I have found an article in a funky website with these "Sanity Saving Vows" I wanted to share with my few readers. Please, I'd like to note I don't want to seem like trashing tradition but lightening the load on us women, who are spending too much time tied to tabues without allowing ourselves real growth, which in the end will only lead us to our own happiness with a really great somebody or not, in a thousand years or not; but in the mean time...
...I'll love the skin I'm in. :P
"Sanity Saving Vows
I promise not to grade myself based on whether or not I have said I do.
I know that while falling in love is great, it is not as easy as buying the right perfume/cosmetic/weight-loss product, though billions of dollars are spent trying to make me believe it is.
I won't be bummed about not getting invited to the smug married dinner club because I will be out on the town with my new fabulous single friends.
I will stop making lists of male friends with good genetic attributes who could be potential sperm donors because I'm twenty-eight (the writer of the article) and nowhere near tying the knot.
I will relish my complete liberty and my ability to join the circus in New Zealand if I see fit because I don't have to factor someone else into my decision.
I will spend more time doing things that make me feel proud of my independence and competence so that I never “need” a man but I won't beat myself up for wanting one.
When I get really down about being alone, I will remember that the first 120 days of a new relationship are full of lust, excitement, and sweetness and I still have another 120 days to look forward to.
I realize that there are a ton of married women who would kill to be as free and breezy as I am. So for all of them, I am going to live it up and do my best to justify their jealousy.
I won't put up an inspirational poster by my desk or anything, but I will live every day as if it's my last single one."
Lovely! So I hope you girls read this and enjoy it. Don't be offended if you get to lose your independence, time, self-interest before me. I will make sure I love every second of this uncertain journey, I'm just 23 so I still have 5 years before getting as old as that article's writer!
I have tons of people to love right now, I have my girls! ("Vitchess"!!! Yao yao, Represent-ing!) and the crazy MF's who accompany us :P, I have my family, I have my dog!; they have a real relationship with me, a job, a career to get serious with, another job and lots of plans.
As women of this era, we should be focused on using the influence and power we are now given in fixing the wrongs, curing the sick, or just humbly changing the world. There's just so much we can do with our time now, if you don't know what it is, I guess then it's really time to discover these things.
Peace!
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