tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53436832627907623152024-02-02T00:21:02.032-08:00This is my reality.The human experience, from my personal perspective.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-61527502836163441482021-04-13T06:20:00.002-07:002021-04-13T06:20:50.267-07:00Svb - causando sufrimento ora hende ta malo<p> Desde cu mi ta traha, ora mi bira malo, Svb ta contribui na mi dolor. Como tres aña pasa mi a sufri di pneumonia; mi tabata haya dificultad pa hala rosea, ta hopi zwak cu kentura, diaree y sacamento. Y toch asina mi mester a sinta durante mas di dos ora den sala di Svb warda pa control di dokter. No tin otro manera. </p><p>Awe mi tin Covid-19. E sintomanan ta casi igual cu pneumonia. Loke ta yuda mi sinti miho ta drumi, bebe likido cayente, y ibuprofen. Pero durante ultimo 5 dia, mi mester lanta TUR mainta pa purba di resolve pa Svb paga mi mi dianan ao.</p><p>Tur cos a cuminsa e prome dia di control. Tabata e di tres dia di mi ao, dus mester haya yamada di dokter di Svb pa control. Door di kentura mi ta bay bin for di tino, dus mi tabata 'drumi' ora dokter di Svb a yama y mi no a contesta, pa loke mi ao no ta valido. Mi a haya hopi stress pero claro, mi ta respeta nan maneho y mi a compronde cu tabata mi fout. Esey tabata riba diabierna. Den weekend, mi a purba di tuma contacto cu Svb henter weekend. Mi a gasta 20 florin na carchi. Mi a keda mas di mey ora ta warda na linea sin haya contesta. </p><p>Yega dialuna, mi a yama atrobe - atrobe mester warda yamada pa control medico. Sinembargo, ora e yamada a yega mi tabata den baño ta saca. Mi a core yama back mesora. Nan a yama 10:32; mi a yama back 10:34, pero nan a bisa cu 'dokter ya a pone cu bo no a contesta', pues atrobe nan no ta aproba mi ao. Comosifuera ta imposibel cu un yamada por bay perdi pa cualkier motibo - sea bo tabata na telefon cu bo doño di trabao, cu bo dokter di cas pa haya remedi, of bo tabata saca den baño. Maske mi a yama back mesora, dus mi no ta nenga pa wordo controla pa dokter, Svb a dicidi di no paga mi dia - atrobe. </p><p>Okay, mi a pensa, ya cu mi no ta ao riba diabierna, diasabra, diadomingo y dialuna - y mi tabata ao apenas dos dia antes - mi a meld ao atrobe riba diamars. Algo den mi a bisa mi pa yama Svb y sigura cu nan a registra mi ao. <br />E persona cu ken mi a papia, di mal manera a informa mi cu mi ao 'a sigui core' desde diabierna. Ablief? Bo no a bisa mi cu mi ao no ta 'aproba'?<br /><br />Mi a pidi pa clarifica si segun Svb mi ta ao of no. Nan kiermen mi ta ao desde e prome dia cu mi a meld, ta djis nan no ta bay paga, pero toch, mi ta ao. Mi no mag papia cu dokter mas pasobra 'dokter tin hopi hende pa yama', comosifuera esey ta problema di e ciudadano y responsabilidad di e ciudadano. Mi ta compronde cu mester ta disponibel, pero e hecho cu si cualkier cos bay malo cu un yamada ta nifica no por haci nada mas, ni si yama back mesora, simplemente, no tin nada mas pa haci, ta parce mi algo ilogico. E trato di personal di Svb tambe ta laga demasiado di desea: niun tiki consideracion pa hende cu ta malo.<br /></p><p>Dus awe atrobe mester keda lanta henter mainta, sin usa telefon, y spera den Dios su poder mi sacamento of cualkier otro cos no coincidi cu e bendito yamada di Svb. Si no, mi lo mester busca manera pa biba cu 3/4 di 80% di mi salario fin di luna. Sin importa cu mi pago di Svb si ta yega completo tur luna. </p><p>Svb, please, haci un maneho humano cu ta duna hende, cu ta MALO, oportunidad di papia cu dokter. Bin cu un maneho flexibel cu no ta djis yama dentro di un orario diminuto (7:30am-9am). Y por fabor, tene un tiki logica den boso maneho. Mientras tanto, DVG si a keda controla nechi cu mi ta den cuarentena, tur dia ta check up cu mi con ta bayendo cu mi sintomanan, y semper a trata mi cu respet y comprension. Unda Svb su servicio a keda?<br /><br />PS: Cualkier persona cu tin storianan asina pa conta, please message mi. Nos ta bay yuda Svb mehora.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-89990980993205790692020-07-07T22:27:00.002-07:002020-07-07T22:30:57.225-07:00Who sits on the throne? I don't give a damn.It's amazing how it's not even a conspiracy theory that the government of the Netherlands handed a hefty <i>secret</i> document to our prime minister, asked the government to agree to the terms by friday, and is banning anyone from knowing the contents. Anyone including Parliament.<br />
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As I understood, this is well within their powers and it is legal.<br />
What they have to agree to, we have heard basically that there will be an 'entity' of NL who will take over Aruba's finances, education and justice.<br />
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It amazes me every time our PM says she was surprised by things, because we could've told her this was a long way coming.<br />
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I'm just a citizen and I have to say, I'm not even mad? NL is saying they're pissed because our money was so mismanaged that we were already drowning in debt<i> before</i> the pandemic.I'm also quite pissed about that. And because our legal system is a joke. Again, I agree, and seeing how there were protests last friday about this very issue, it seems<i> most of us</i> agree. I can't say all the rumors I've heard but when you hear the level of corruption on this island, my people... <br /><br />Why do we have the director of finances saying that our country's state is 'espantoso' (dreadful)? Why do we have the specialists alerting us that there is no ICU rooms at the hospital? I can't be mad that NL is mad about these things. In fact, we should've kicked up a stink and taken over before we even gave them the chance.<br />
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But we didn't. And now we have to move on to the next stage. I've seen people on social media saying that we're gonna be sorry when it's hard for an Aruban to get a good job. It's already hard for every Aruban who is not a 'friend and family' to get the top level jobs and positions. What do I care which privileged group gets the benefits. It's still just a privileged group taking everything and leaching off the rest of us.<br />
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I get so mad when I hear how much money is spent in government contracts. I always wonder if people really don't realize that it's -our- money. Like these people are legit telling us they can't pay our own pensions and healthcare, with our own money, but they can afford to give themselves enormous salaries, benefits, businesses, bonuses. Legal fees.<br />
We, the people of Aruba, should be the ones spending our hard earned money. Not them. And not their friends and family.<br />
So why should we care about this supposed 'autonomy' that 'Aruba' would be losing? It's just the political dynasties, the corrupt 'bussinessmen', the mafia, who are losing their autonomy. For the rest of us nothing is going to change just because NL installs an entity. Our government might make decisions in our name but not in our interest.<br />
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We have to get rid of them all. But like my sister says, we can't go into this battle hurt and angry. We can't go with resentment, with fear, or ignorance. We have to go from a position of love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-81710435828842609322020-06-16T16:19:00.000-07:002020-06-16T16:19:05.251-07:00Aruba in the grip of mafia<div>
I was reading the article about the death threat on mr. Atan Lee, who is trying to bring a referendum to see if Arubans want to be a municipality of the Netherlands like our sister island Bonaire. And for that, apparently according to one person, he should die. </div>
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In his declarations when he was denouncing the death threat to the police, he said that it seems that Aruba is controlled by a mafia.<br /><br />Regardless of his current situation, let's explore the ways in which Aruba is being run like a mafia:<br /></div>
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<li>'Friends and Family'<br />Yea we all know here about this. It's basically the case that the big political parties come into government and immediately begin hiring all their friends and family with ridiculous salaries and benefits. Which is one aspect of it, but the other side of this situation is the people who are not adjacent to either party. Those people get nothing. I realized rather quickly after coming back to Aruba that if you don't have connections, you can't get a job here. You just can't. It's better to have zero education and connections - that way you will be able to get a position of director of a state company; but if you are super capable and highly educated without connections, forget it. Nothing for you. This does seem like we are letting our country be run like a mafia - where you never put anyone before 'family'.<br /></li>
<li>'Omerta'<br />Aruba has infinite taboos that will quickly throw you to the wolves. It's the case with many, many things, that 'everybody knows' but no one ever talks. That's the case with pedophilia, domestic abuse, mental illness, corruption. Keeping appearances is more important than actually making our island a just and healthy place. Say the wrong thing, go against the current - be banished. We have high-profile cases like most recently with minister Marisol Lopez-Tromp; but what about the people we don't hear from in the news? We all know at least two or three people who lost their jobs over pointing out something wrong they saw. Denounce a criminal and you find yourself a pariah.<br /></li>
<li>'Organised crime'<br />We all know. We all know how corrupt everyone is. We all know those businesses who obviously are engaged in money laundering with impunity. We all know who has investments in the drug and human trafficking industry. The few brave ones who denounced these crimes are now outside of our society, while authorities are involved in organised crime and will not do anything.Corruption with labor, permits, constructions, land, anything. We keep voting for the same corrupt politicians because 'friends and family'. It's better to be -in- the circle; albeit a corrupt circle. But it's still better than losing your priviledge of connections. No one wants their party to lose power because everyone is hanging on the same thread. Why are our leaders corrupt? Because we, as a people, are corrupt. Everyone I can think of has a friend they call when they are in trouble with the law to try and get out of it. It seems that we don't believe in our own laws.</li>
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Since last year it was revealed that the Netherlands is #8 in the list of least corrupt countries, I can understand clearly why a lot of people on this island don't want more involvement with the macambas.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-32438327776769317042019-10-13T22:28:00.002-07:002019-10-13T22:28:43.895-07:00No, we should not redefine beautyBeautiful is beautiful. It means, well, pleasing to the eye. And indeed some people are better looking than others. Fact.<br />
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Now hear me out. I don't think we should redefine beauty to mean strong, to mean kind, or any other worthy characteristic. Why? Because well, why should beauty be the end-all? Why should beauty be all that matter?<br />
<br />Wouldnt it be better if we redefined -value-?<br />
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Yeah, youre not beautiful, but youre kind and that's more valuable.<br />You're not beautiful but you're smart, and that's waaay more useful.<br />
Yeah, she's beautiful, but that's not getting us anywhere.<br />
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Nothing needs to be the new beautiful. We need to stop putting all the value on beautiful.<br />
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The end.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-21049230302007074512018-12-11T16:39:00.000-08:002018-12-11T16:41:59.385-08:00Education beyond schoolRecently, MP Arends-Reyes wrote an OP which we published in Bon Dia Aruba, in which she criticized the government for using budget of the ministry of education to 'promote' cannabis. In her argument, she said that the money used for the cannabis conference could have been used for something related to education, like paying for schoolchildren's supplies or their tuition fees, or books, or something. She emphasized that money from the budget of education should be used for education... of children.<br />
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In my opinion, the cannabis conference was educational for many people and institutions, and it is a topic of extreme interest and relevance to the Aruban society. Education doesn't start and doesn't end at school, much less at primary school. Education is a life-long process, and reducing it to the formative years of primary school is a disservice to the Aruban population.<br />
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The idea that whatever budget the ministry of education has should only be used to educate children is, frankly, appalling. Adults are responsible for children's education, education also takes place outside of schools, so it follows that educating adults will translate to educating the children.<br />
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I will criticize, however, that a government-sponsored event had attendees paying Afl 100.- for entry. If the government is funding education, it shouldn't do it only for the elite, who in any case could probably afford their own education.<br />
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On this same note, we had Robert Candelaria rightfully questioning the origins of the budget for the conference, and whether the funds were used improperly. But then he does on to say that kids should be given the <a href="https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/nationworld/politics/factcheck/ct-fact-check-anti-drug-campaigns-20171027-story.html" target="_blank">already failed</a> 'just say no' lecture regarding drugs. I attached just one link for comprehensiveness, but I encourage you to do a simple google search for 'ineffectiveness of just say no campaign'. To have an MP in 2018 promoting Reagan-era failed campaigns is truly sad.<br />
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It doesn't seem like our current parliament is all that representative of the modern, cosmopolitan Aruban, one who lives and thrives online. With the current access to limitless information, it's hard to watch our representatives struggle to adapt to more hollistic and modern understandings of our health, well-being and mentality.<br />
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I'm living for the day when we have an MP promoting the use of education budget to provide the unemployed with new skills, or to begin the transition to more sustainable ways of employment for those who work in <a href="https://www.forbes.com/pictures/lmj45ighg/top-20-disappearing-jobs/#5a5aabbf4bc5" target="_blank">sectors which are predicted to disappear</a>. I'm also living for the day when we think of educating our children in a way they can make smart decisions, rather than scaremongering them into doing 'what has always been done'.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-9161651731803061432018-02-05T10:20:00.001-08:002018-02-05T10:20:11.454-08:00The public beach is reservedRecently, we had family vacationing on the island, so I found myself like the proverbial "turista riba mi isla", visiting the cool spots, dining out, and enjoying the beach.<br /><br />One such day, we had just had breakfast at a beachfront restaurant, in a big group of about ten people, and we were just playing around the beach on the sand with my baby niece.<br />Not two minutes had we been there before we were approached by a woman, "nicely" asking us if we wanted to rent the beach chairs, since we were around them so much. I guess we weren't all that opposed to paying some cash to be able to frolic around the beach to our hearts' contents because we asked how much for the chairs.<br /><br />It was $5. Per chair. Did I mention we were about ten people? Nahhh man. Nah. Miss me with that.<br /><br />Ok, so we said no thank you, and the lady told us that the chairs a bit further from the ocean were allocated to restaurant customers, so we moved to those chairs and started setting up.<br />Not even a single minuted had passed, a man who was sitting on the chairs behind us started telling us about having to pay for the chairs. Seeing as we had already talked to the woman, we thanked him and carried on our merry way.<br /><br />I don't know how patient you, my dear reader, are, but let me tell you that patience was never my strongest suit. So by now I was already sick and tired of the stupid chairs. The problem was, you see, that there was no space available on the beach that wasn't already occupied by the damn chairs. Like they literally arrive at the crack of dawn to the PUBLIC beach and set up their chairs all over the sand, and then expect everyone to just steer clear. Is this even legal?<br /><br />Anyway, so after ignoring the random man.... we were approached yet again. I mean, we already had to clear our presence there twice but no, again, we had another man come over and say only if we pay the $50 we can use the chair. Mind you, we didn't even really want to use the chair, we werent even really sitting on the chair but because we were on the sand <i>near</i> the chairs, we were constantly harassed.<div>
To the latest man, we even had to show our receipt so we would be allowed to stay.<br /><br />But seriously though. It's a public beach. I'm all for people making their money and all but this is absurd. It's one thing if they placed the chairs on the beach as people rented them, meaning the chairs on the beach are being used. But that's not the case at all. Rather, those <i>private</i> chairs occupy the entire <i>public</i> beach even though the majority of them was unoccupied.<br /><br />What if I want to bring my own chair and sit on the beach? Can I then remove the rental chairs and replace it with mine?<br />Point is.<br /><br />Suggestions?</div>
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Back in 2013 I graduated with a Master in Applied Ethics
from Utrecht University. My last assignment, my thesis, which built on the work
of biologists, veterinarians, and other scholars at my institution, sought to
find the rightful place of fish in the moral compass.</div>
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Since then, I developed a stronger care for these wonderful creatures, and
honestly believe that it is of urgent importance to protect the oceans.<br /></div>
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Recently, there is a lot of talk about the new environmental
law, which protects several native species of flora and fauna, and it is quite
totalitarian. <br />
It comes as a ban on fishing a bunch of different species, and the fishermen
are in uproar. That is understandable. But here’s the thing, <a href="https://batibleki.visitaruba.com/8am-buzz/in-protection-of-fishermen/" target="_blank">Rona, </a>fisher<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">men</i>
are grown men, not teenagers. We shouldn’t have to give in to their demands in
the name of preventing an uncomfortable week for Daddy Government. We are
currently way past the point of negotiation with this issue. Sure, let’s
protect the traditional way of the fisher, all the way until there isn’t a
single fish to fish anymore. Let’s pretend that there isn’t illegal fishing,
hunting, and logging going on around the world, which already puts immense
pressure on the global ecosystems. <br />
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Fish are incredible animals, and there is actually so much variety in what we
call “fish”, that it sometimes doesn’t even make sense to group all these
species together. They are not just a product to be pulled out of the ocean for
a quick buck or a tingle on your taste buds. Particularly for those of us
living close to the waters, species that live in the ocean “filter toxins from
the water (,) protect shorelines and reduce the risks or algae blooms such as
the red tide.” <br />
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This isn’t an issue where talking about it will help. We’ve been talking about
the oceans since I myself was a kid, and we are still talking about it, and in
the meantime, it is predicted that by 2048 the entire world’s oceans will be
empty of fish. Oh, sorry, did I say predicted? <br />
Nicola Beaumont, PhD from the Plymouth Marine Laboratory in the UK said in a
news release “This isn’t predicted to happen, it’s happening right now.” She
added that this decline in biodiversity means the marine environment will not
be able to sustain <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">our</i> way of life.<br />
This isn’t even about exotic species, but actually, 29% of edible fish and
seafood species have already seen their numbers decline by a whopping 90%. It
is not a gradual decline, either. It’s happening fast and getting faster.<br />
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Giving them more time is not a solution, not for the fishermen, and not for the
fish. <br />
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Ok. So what can we do? <br />
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We can turn the fishermen into farmers! Yes we can. Growing food locally will
not only leave the oceans in peace, but the reduction in transport costs for a
portion of our food consumption will all-around help the environment. We can
even set up a farm-to-table restaurant called “Former Fisheries”. We could teach
the fishermen a new skill, like leather tanning, shoe-making, landscaping.
Let’s support the fishermen in finding a more sustainable way of life. <br />
It is not uncommon for professions and skills to slowly become obsolete. Think
of all the people who lost their manufacturing jobs in the wake of the
industrial revolution and yet, no one ever stood up and said we should stop
introducing machines.<br />
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We are now once again at world-changing cross roads. “It’s not too late. We can
turn this around. But less than 1% of the global ocean is effectively protected
right now,” said Boris Worm, PhD of Dalhousie in Halifax and author of the
study I’ve based this post on. <br />
Sorry fishermen, but you will survive. The oceans will not.<br />
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https://www.cbsnews.com/news/salt-water-fish-extinction-seen-by-2048<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-67475159299657068502017-07-16T08:05:00.001-07:002017-07-16T08:05:16.487-07:00I'm older than I've ever been, but I'm younger than I'll ever be again.The older I get, the younger I feel. I realize more and more that in the vastness of time and history I am indeed very young, insignificantly young, and faced with the infinite knowledge that has passed through the minds of mankind I know very little and still have much to learn.<br /><br />Some days this fills me with hope and determination, thinking of all the things I can still learn, all the marvels yet undiscovered. Other days it fills me with anxiety, questioning why I have to struggle to make nothing out of nothing. Dangling from one side to the other, constructing and deconstructing my own experience time and time again, like the rising and setting sun.<br /><br />
I keep going back and forth between jaded and naive; trying desperately to hold on to that childish belief that everyone is inherently good, that we're all just hurt little children who can be cured with kindness while the concrete walls around my heart grow thicker and taller and the barbed wire expands. I want to remain open, innocent and loving, but I also want to remain, to be whole and not broken.<br /><br />I want to forgive but I want to learn from the experience. There is a sort of resistance, a rebellion, that forces me to crack my own walls and let whatever is outside leak in, whether it's healing tenderness or corrosive aggression. Whatever seeps in causes some sort of reaction and transformation, no matter how many times concerned loved ones tell me to "not let it affect" me.<br /><br />I let it affect me, time and time again, I let it break me down or lift me up in pieces, and then I put myself back together somehow in a different way. Again, trying desperately to remain the same but changing and transforming with every little encounter. It's the blessing and curse of being sensitive, of being aware of every little detail, of experiencing the mundane as sublime. To love without dying knowing you will die without love. To take on every risk even if it will destroy you, and hiding out when the monsters are too scary, but only to catch your breath and come back out.<br /><br />With every battle, the truth remains that it can be my last. Every day can be the last, eventually one day will be. Perhaps the anxiety of this day motivates both the courage and the fear, no matter how much I think in my head that I do not fear death.<br /><br />This is the human condition.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-30819625717434965632017-06-29T11:19:00.001-07:002017-06-29T11:19:13.317-07:00The Hermit"If you ever happen to go outside of your house, do you think you could run this errand for us?" - my boss, during a meeting.<br />
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It's safe to say I am always at home. Mainly because I'm at home every time I don't have something I have to do, that is to say, if I am free to choose where I want to be, I will choose home every time.<br />
But why?<br />
I've been thinking about this a lot, for the past few years, trying to pin-point the exact moment in which my abnormal sleeping pattern stopped being the only reason I wasn't engaged socially as much as everyone else in my circle.<br />
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Part of it is being a highly sensitive person (HSP). I don't know how canon HSP is as a diagnosis but I can say I definitely relate and thinking about myself as a HSP has allowed me to understand myself better and find solutions to my particular challenges. Basically, being a HSP is not necessarily about sensitive in the sense of feelings, but more in general, all your sensors are more fine-tuned and can pick up lower signals than average. For me, it means that I can find it hard to focus, and I tend to note everything that goes on in a room to the point that I miss the main event because I was making note of how all the people walking in and out.<br /><br />Another big part of it is that I tend to overthink everything, and have a running anxiety that constantly weighs on all my attempts to do anything. So, as I go about my HSP life picking up very many signals, I also happen to overthink each and every little signal, leaving me with a very busy brain. And after a while, I feel really tired. Especially after a long day of social engagement, I feel exhausted, I need to retreat seemingly for long, long days. Yes, I am an introvert. I am also just a little bit shy, but that hasn't really been a problem.<br /><br />Come to think of it, most of my favorite activities are solo activities or quiet-time activities as well, such as reading (number 1 favorite!), coloring, researching/learning, watching movies. The best companions for all of these activities are my little housemates, Eggy and Mimin, who are cats. Even so, no man is and island. And as I grow and mature, I'm starting to be a lot more grateful to all the people behind the scenes who have supported me all along and helped me succeed. I'm putting a lot more value on interpersonal relationships, because now I see that even though I am happy being alone, I still love, like, need, and want people in my life.<br />
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So it has come time to lose the identification with the hermit in me. The hermit is just another facet of my personality, but it's not who I am. If I'm a little bit more honest with myself, I will also talk about how much I loved hosting dinner parties when I lived in Scotland, how I traveled for a week with friends, lived with friends, and how much I enjoy going on walks and even, occasionally, I love parties. I suppose, being completely honest, that a personality is more like breathing, oscillating between extremes as you learn and adjust and try to find a happy balance where things somewhat make you feel complete. I spent the past three years on the inhale, isolating myself, taking in experiences, reflecting and hiding inside my own self. But I can feel it already, the exhale has begun. I am now ready to come out, like the proverbial butterfly all changed up, to show the world all what I can do in my new form.<br /><br />So yes, boss. I will run that errand. I will run it today.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-71381946553649401812017-06-18T22:39:00.002-07:002017-06-18T22:44:09.114-07:00Grow the fuck up About two months ago I took a two-week trip to my homeland Guatemala, and it was everything I thought it was going to be, and then some. But (very) long story short, I returned renewed and with a major attitude adjustment, and figured I would nag at the poor souls who wander into this blog for a little while.<br />
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Man, I cannot begin to tell you how difficult life's lessons have been for me growing up. Life is hard as a woman. Seriously, it is. Society throws so much shit at you all the time that you end up with a really convoluted mind and sense of identity, and that in turn keeps affecting everything you think and do. So all through my teens I couldn't wait to be in my twenties, and then all through my twenties I feared the approaching end of the golden age. Because for a woman, you are rarely ever worth as much as you are in your twenties.<br />
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Spoiler alert: I am no longer in my twenties. When it happened, I hated it so much. I moved back to the island on the last of my golden years, and it truly, honestly wasn't at all how I wanted to spend that last moment of true joy. I felt I had been robbed of my one final happiness. But it wasn't all about the twenties, to be honest. While I was in Europe, I had a chance to develop as a person, away from everyone who knew "me" as I used to be. I used the opportunity to begin a change in habits and to try and crack my mind open to understand and patiently consider conflicting realities. I was happy there, but of course all that head cracking plunged me into a borderline suicidal depression.<br />
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So that when "the event that shan't be named" (okay, exaggeration) occurred, I sort of just gave up. I had always thought I would peak in my thirties, mainly because I was a late bloomer who only got interested in boys and Guess jeans until I was like, fourteen instead of like, eleven like the normal girls. But when I moved back to Aruba, it felt like a set-back, and it automatically translated to "that thing back there that just ended was the peak." Uber-bummer. Society was right, my best years were behind me.<br />
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Despite the tragedy, life had to continue being lived I supposed, and having not too long ago learned the benefits of pop-Buddhism, I was determined to learn whatever life was trying to teach me asap so that I could move on. I sincerely encourage this approach. It took me about a year (during which I worked hard and succeeded at my job) to get over the shocking turn my life had taken, but with the help of the patient, ever-loving world, my attitude started improving. I purposefully looked for lessons in everything and tried to learn them as hard as I could, emotional toll be damned. And then life threw me a little support in the birth of my niece.<br />
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I started realizing that I didn't want to work all the time anymore, that I missed my family, that I was going to be a stranger to that baby if I kept working in retail. I started filling out job applications, but it took a year of only a couple of interviews here and there to finally land a job offer. I hurriedly quit my job, only to have the new job offer rescinded. I had only ever had one full-time job up until that point, and I had no idea that people could take the job offer back. Regardless, I had made up my mind and communicated to my previous boss that retail wasn't the life for me, so I was determined to not fall back.<br />
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I went on a couple more job interviews before I was given the chance of a lifetime at my current job, but even that hasn't been without it's challenges. The more I pushed myself, the more I saw how great the effort you have to make is when you want to change your life. I addressed my depression and started treatment. Even so, I was still struggling to adjust and to find a rhythm and a purpose within it all.<br />
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Then I went to Guatemala, and I found myself telling friends and family about my life, my apartment with my cats, my job, my relationships with my family and friends in Aruba. And just talking about it and hearing myself, I started realizing how truly blessed and lucky I have been this whole time. It was just that I've always surrounded myself with happy and lucky people that I had started to think my own life was lacking. But it's not.<br />
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And I promise you, your life is not lacking either. We've all heard "count your blessings" but how many of us actually do it? How many times a day, a week, a month, do you take time to actually think up all the people and things you really love and are thankful for? So stop feeling sorry for yourself. I know it's hard, but stop it. Take responsibility for the things you can change, get over the ones you can't, and start being grateful for all the things you're taking for granted. In a moment, it's all gone.<br />
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Every cloud has a silver lining, make that silver your crown.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-61488064726633164352017-06-08T17:47:00.002-07:002017-06-11T20:49:42.990-07:00How free life would be if we stopped measuring time.How free life would be if we stopped measuring time. Our youth would be defined by our vitality and our eagerness to meet life. We would match up with people in terms of experiences, or points in life, rather than the times the earth has orbited the sun. We wouldn't start feeling angst over a youth lost as soon as we turn 29, we wouldn't worry when to get married, we would take that trip when we're ready. We would work on a task for however long it took, or until we got tired, or bored. We wouldn't obsess about working <i>exactly one third</i> of the time it approximately takes the earth to rotate on its axis. We would go to sleep, and wake up when rested, or when the sun came up. Things would take however long they would take.<br />
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The Greeks had two words for time. One is profane time, <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">χρόνος</span> chronos, the time-keeping of watches and dates on calendars and alarms. The other is καιρός kairos, the spiritual time of the seasons and the natural rhythms. And ever since the dawn of chronos, I think that's the moment humanity began falling apart from nature and the earth.<br />
I once somewhere read a story* that said, that humans are the only animals who count the passage of time, and therefor the only ones worried about their own mortality. I wish we could lose the bondage of time, of appointments, alarms and deadlines. That we could just live out our days in the raw intensity of nature where you live each moment as it comes, instead of being constantly a ghost in the past or the future.<br />
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Then again, the grass is always greener.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-31603739375461817412017-05-22T13:07:00.002-07:002017-05-22T13:07:49.807-07:00Yes, but... No, but... You're asking the wrong question.<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="en-US">Growing
up, I always felt a little bit out of place, stuck in perpetual
monachopsis mainly due to the fact that I had two home countries. I
was too Arubian to be Guatemalan, and too Guatemalan to be Arubian.
Because of this, I often surprise people, either because they
perceive contradictions in my personality or my least favorite one,
“I didn't think you'd know that!”.<br /><br />In any case, recently,
one of the most interesting responses I've been getting is in regards
to my religious beliefs. With strangers, it's usually just asking if
I'm going to be a pastor when they find out I have a theology degree.
But with acquaintances and new friends, I always get met with
surprise.<br /><br />I call myself an agnostic, mainly because <i>to me</i>
it is the only honest philosophical position to hold regarding
religion. I can have a pretty good general idea of how I think it
seems things are, but at any given moment, something can happen and I
want to be willing to re-assess my beliefs when confronted with new
information. That aside, when asked if I am a Christian I would 8/10
say yes. Why not 10/10? <br /><br />Back in university, one of my
favorite lecturers was Dr. Tuladhar. He taught us that in an exam,
there would never be yes or no answers. That the best answers would
be “yes, but”, “no, but”, and “this is the wrong question
to ask”. And this is mainly why, sometimes, instead of “yes, but”
I end up going with “no, but”.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="en-US">My
answer is yes, I am a Christian but I am not part of any
denomination, I don't attend a church nor follow any organized
worshiping. You could say I am an anarchist Christian, but I'm not
sure on that yet, and honestly, I am a philosopher so I will probably
be unsure of exactly what kind of Christian I am until the day I die
or our Lord returns.<br /><br />No, I'm not a Christian but I actually do
believe in Jesus, what he stood for and what he was trying to do. The
Bible has actually a really cool story and you can learn a lot, and
Jesus was wise and had a poetic streak and a bit of sass. I'm here
for all of that.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="en-US">This
is the wrong question to ask because these days, the word Christian
has been charged with too much meaning and distortion, and there is
too much attached to it beyond the original “follower of Jesus
Christ”. It now carries a meaning of judging, meddling, corrupting
and being corrupt, elitism, hypocrisy. Calling yourself a Christian
nowadays will more often than not be heard as “I am on the right
path, and I will be saved and live in the gorgeous rich new world
with God while you burn in hell, because I am good and you are bad”,
and honestly, I don't think this is what Jesus was trying to do at
all. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="en-US">It's
so hard to even try to live in society while being a good person, and
we're all sinners and don't deserve to go to the new earth with God
and that sucks. But actually Jesus is trying to help us by giving
tips on how to not be an asshole, and anyway we should show mercy and
forgiveness to one another because we sure hope Jesus will show us
mercy and forgiveness if there is an afterworld.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="en-US">That's
where I stand.<br />So my feelings where floored when a past romantic
interest asked, incredulously, “how can someone as smart as you
believe in that!?”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="en-US">I
don't want to preach. I don't want you to be a Christian, or read the
Bible, or do anything. One thing I do believe is that each person is
on their own path, learning what they need to learn, and I can't
presume to know what is best for them. <br />Perhaps the best way to
bring everyone to God is not by religiously converting them, but by
showing them the way through example. Don't force people to say the
words, just quietly show them how to live the life. Sort of like being a living gospel. You know, kinda like how Jesus did it.<br /><br /></span></span><br />
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Oftentimes, I will be thinking about an issue concerning animals and think, "someone should write something about it", only later to realize,<i> I</i> should write something about it.<br />
Why me? Well, first of all, I don't have anyone I could order to write things for me on command. Secondly, people have written extensively about most animal (rights) issues, so really, I just want someone to write out my opinion for me. Thirdly and surprisingly... I'm qualified! Legit, real-World qualified to speak and write (correctly or wrongly) on these issues.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*</span><br />
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Anyway, let me get to it. I have one passion and two main hobbies, although honestly I like dabbling in almost everything. My one passion has consistently been writing, and my hobbies, at the moment, are Kpop<span style="font-size: xx-small;">**</span> and photography.<br />
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Within photography, I particularly like fashion and birds. Most birds are not that into being approached or photographed. The city birds like pigeons are easy to photograph, but the cooler birds are usually hidden in trees, moving around, or will run away if you get within range. Bird-watching is an intrinsic part of bird photography, but I honestly have very little patience for it. Probably because I cannot see outside during daylight without sunglasses, and with sunglasses on trying to see through the viewfinder or even the screen is surprisingly difficult. I did buy a camera lens solely for the birds but, it was on the cheaper side of lenses because I am an amateur. So basically, my style of bird photography is just to spot desired bird, stalk carefully, and then shoot and shoot hoping I get a good shot.<br />
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Sometimes I manage. But, as I pick a target-bird (they gotta have that bounce in their step or something) and proceed to stalk and then photograph, I become increasingly aware of how... <i>creepy?</i> the whole thing is. Especially when the birds are hiding in the trees and kinda give me that look that lets me know they're uncomfortable.<br />
And I convince myself by saying, I'm actually not doing anything to harm them. Just friendly human taking pictures.<br />
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But what if friendly bird was taking pictures of me? Sometimes, a bird or iguana stands by the window when I shower, and it is a bit weird but not too bad. But what if they were taking pictures? Not necessarily in the shower but like street photography, or you're out with your family and some birds start taking photos of you to show to their friends. Or if it got so bad, and so many people were harassed in this manner that people went off running if a bird arrived at a site.<br />
I don't know if the bird cares about privacy, but this is making me realize that I do. But then, if I truly believe I shouldn't be photographed when out and about during my daily activities (AHEM!!!!!!!) then the birds and all fauna of the world probably shouldn't either.<br />
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And besides, birds do become nervous upon seeing people. When stalking them to photograph, I am, indeed, <i>stalking</i> the birds. Isn't that weird? And it sure makes them nervous, alert. It might even inconvenience them by making them changing their destination or current activity. Anyway, I get the sense that most birds in particular don't really like being photographed.<br />
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So why is the issue of privacy not even considered within animal ethics? Collective laughter aside, it is because even their right not to be enslaved and tortured by a human cannot be guaranteed at this point. Chickens are one of <a href="https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-most-abused-animals-in-factory-farms" target="_blank">the most abused</a> animals on our planet, both by the numbers in which they are killed and by the ways in which they are mistreated. Cockfighting is <a href="http://www.humanesociety.org/issues/cockfighting/facts/cockfighting_fact_sheet.html?referrer=https://www.google.com/" target="_blank">still an issue</a>, and <a href="https://awionline.org/content/bird-trade" target="_blank">bird-mills</a> (like puppy-mills used to breed exotic bird species in captivity) and the pet industry cause <a href="http://www.animalsupport.org/pet-abuse/bird-abuse/" target="_blank">suffering and death</a> to countless animals each year.<br />
And don't get me started on how reptiles and fish literally do not have any rights.<br />
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I honestly believe (and it was an issue I explored in my master's thesis about fish) that part of the cruelty with which humans treat animals comes from misunderstanding or willfully ignoring the capacities or capabilities of animals, alienating ourselves from them, exaggerating the differences that separate us. So perhaps if we start thinking about whether the bird is feeling harassed by photography, whether it is wrong to stalk a bird to photograph it, who knows? We might start thinking it's wrong to keep a bird in a tiny cage and feed him hormones that disfigure him. We might begin to think it's wrong to destroy literally all the entire habitat of many beings, and then complain when they shit on our roofs. We might start thinking that hey, we're not the only ones living in this earth after all, and perhaps we're not really the center of it, either.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*See my credentials.<br />**If Sports fanatism is a hobby, Kpop fanatism is a hobby.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>>All pictures taken by me.</b></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-85244814096653086782017-05-02T12:31:00.000-07:002017-05-02T12:44:03.531-07:00Awe!"Awe! Awe!" a young woman chants, with her fist shaking in tandem, watching the protest through the screen of her cellphone. This despite the fact that the prime minister was a couple of meters away.<br />
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I'm watching this unfold through Facebook. Some people gathered there to demand that the PM stops the parking fees (it is unclear to me if everywhere or just around the main street), and that transit be allowed back on the main street.<br />
The scene is a caricature, and the PM fails to hold in his laughter more than once. Everyone there knows, to some degree, that having either of those demands met will represent little change to the economic situation of the island. But impotence breeds anxiety and so I suspect people just felt like the situation is becoming <i>unbearable</i> and they just had to <i>do something</i>.<br />
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Store-owners are adamant that parking fees for visitors (through a system of parking meters) and the prohibition of traffic for the main street has resulted in no customers visiting their stores. This is resulting in the loss of jobs and the rise in criminality, a retail employee explains.<br />
While these are valid points, the scene reminded me of current day United States, where a lot of people who used to work in the mining business and factories lost their jobs mainly to globalization and the technological revolution, yet blame immigrants and socialist movements for the unemployment rates.<br />
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In Aruba, people are protesting the parking fees, because it's better than just accepting that a lot of people want to buy clothes online these days rather than at stores, because a store will never ever have the width of selection than the entire internet does, and because it is simply cheaper to buy online. Instead of yelling at the PM, how about the merchants themselves come up with some solutions to target the challenges the ever-changing world is throwing at them? Probably because that would require listening to their workers and their customers, and in my experience, they would rather listen to corporate. Anyways, the only workers still working are the ones who keep their mouth shut and agree with management. While I'm at it, let's point out that oftentimes, the manager got that position by default rather than by merit.<br />
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But I'm not gonna stop there, because it's not just the causes of the decline in shoppers that seem to be misunderstood, but also the consequences. Since we started paying parking meters, criminality has risen, ladies and gentlemen. Like we all believe what we're dealing with is honest people turning to crime to feed their families. <br />
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Not because kids are joining gangs and partaking in criminal activities from a younger age. It's not because we are working longer hours than ever for less money than ever, or that childcare is mediocre and overpriced, or that breastfeeding is still an issue all over the world that parents can barely educate a child. We are all sitting here pointing our overindulgent fingers at the poor parents (and the parking fees!) for the poor children turning into criminals, all the while ignoring that the reason both parents have to work extended hours is to support the materialistic lifestyle we are all subscribing to. The lifestyle that gives people the same worth as items, where money is God, where you literally spend the majority of your time doing things you hate just so that you can flash that purse or piece of jewelry. And then we expect that same kid who grew up watching his parents leave him every day in the pursuit of money to "have a better life", who saw that "better life" translate to things, we expect that kid to value morals or family or whatever above money?<br />
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Absurd. I really think it's time we stop deluding ourselves and start addressing the real causes of our problems. Such as, why is there nothing for people to work at other than the refinery, the hotels, retail, banks or law? Or, why does the owner get 8x more than the worker on average, compared to 3x about a decade or so ago*?<br />
Now that the parking meters are being removed, let's focus on these important things and get to action.<br />
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Awe!<br />
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*I remember I read this a while back on a newspaper here, but don't take it as a solid fact. But go look it up anyway, and then talk about it with people.<br />
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<b>Day 25: Would you rather date someone plain with an amazing personality or someone beautiful with a plain personality?</b><br />
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At this point, please just leave me alone.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-46662510208265385582017-03-28T20:32:00.001-07:002017-03-28T20:32:20.294-07:00Day 24: repetitive thoughts<a href="http://humanpersonalperspective.blogspot.com/2017/02/im-doing-this.html" target="_blank">30-Day Blogging Challenge</a><br />
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<b>Day 24: Seven things that cross your mind a lot</b><br />
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7- Life of animals. If I see an animal around I wonder about his or her life, and if there are no animals around I start thinking about animals I read about or saw before.<br />
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6- My purpose in life. Or the entire purpose of life. I think about how to make life meaningful and what that means.<br />
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5- Family. I am very close to my parents and sisters, and their comings and goings occupy a big chunk of my thoughts.<br />
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4- Destiny. Whether things happen in a pre-destined way or not, whether the choices we make are the direct consequence of the person we believe we are based on our past, determinism, etc.<br />
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3- To-do's. I try to think about the day and what the plan is, and arrange and re-arrange the plan constantly. Sometimes I overthink this and end up confusing myself, and it's very frustrating >.<<br /><br />2- Day dreams. All types of scenarios involving all kinds of peoples and worlds.<br />
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1- Anxiety. General anxious and mild paranoid thoughts, re-living social interactions and cringing, blaming myself when things don't go as plan, try to envision every possible scenario to be best prepared for everything every time...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-77284794167481697462017-03-28T20:26:00.002-07:002017-03-28T20:26:30.371-07:00Day 23: A letter to someone, anyone<span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://humanpersonalperspective.blogspot.com/2017/02/im-doing-this.html" target="_blank">30-Day Blogging Challenge</a><br /><b><br />Day 23: A letter to someone, anyone.</b><br /><br />Honestly, this entry is the reason I stopped the challenge in the first place. I don't generally leave things unsaid, preferring to make my peace.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">But it all happened in the literal blink of an eye and I just sort of clamped shut with the same violent speed with which I had opened up.</span><br /><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><strike><i>I kinda did see it coming, can't lie, but what the fuck, you know. How does one even make such a decision in one day. You know what? I don't want to know these things. I don't see how any details about the situation are going to change the impact. </i></strike><strike><i>We joked how you didn't give a fuck but the truth is that I honestly knew this side of you was going to hurt me. I'm not reckless because I'm fragile, and I think that's one of the things I liked about you so much. How you just went for it without even considering. But because of that I am now sad and disappointed.</i></strike><i><strike>Before you crashed into my life I was doing quite well and content. It even took convincing from others to give you a chance, you goddamn idiot. I'm sorry, you're not an idiot. The truth is that I understand, I mean, what else could you do? There's nothing more to it, but it's still the thorn in my eye. No matter how loud I try to be, I cannot drown the thoughts that said I'm a fucking Monet, beautiful from a distance but a mess up close. And I think probably you never even thought anything like that, but you did pursue me first and made a lot of the first moves, so what gives? Up-close disappointment, am I right?</strike></i><i><strike>Fuck.</strike></i><i><strike>I hate that I have so little control over my own self-image. I hate that I thought you'd give me a warm lovely memory but you gave a bruise and I fell back at least three steps and I'm fucking sad but I have to pretend that I'm not because fuck you. You be sad. </strike></i></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">No, be happy.</span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Goodbye.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-43255081228454619192017-02-22T16:57:00.001-08:002017-02-22T16:57:43.494-08:00Day 22: ootd30-Day Blogging Challenge<br />
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<b>Day 22: a picture of what you wore today</b><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-49911145263074186212017-02-21T18:45:00.001-08:002017-02-21T18:45:40.801-08:00Day 21: good and bad<a href="http://humanpersonalperspective.blogspot.com/2017/02/im-doing-this.html" target="_blank">30-Day Blogging Challenge</a><br />
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<b>Day 21: turn-ons and turn-offs</b><br /><br />On:<br />confidence<br />
capability<br />
cute face<br />
can handle adulting<br />
patience<br />
gets my sense of humor<br />
comfortable<br />
makes things less awkward<br />
shows a lot of interest<br />
good with hints<br />
respect<br />
dorky but cute<br />
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Off:<br />
arrogance<br />
insecurity<br />
no physical attraction<br />
disrespect<br />
ignorance<br />
lack of enthusiasm<br />
awkward<br />
bad jokes<br />
embarrassing<br />
inconsiderate<br />
unaware of others/surroundings<br />
afraid to be silly :3<br />
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I guess I like people I vibe well with, who I find easy to talk to and interesting to get to know. I am quite insecure and anxious already when talking to people so I prefer genuinely confident people because they tend to be more comfortable. I dislike if they don't consider me their equal in any capacity, but also dislike if they're disinterested in helping when I need. Same humor is essential, also I don't like people if my family doesn't like them XD It might seem harsh but my family is a big part of my life, we're close and I spend a lot of time with them or talking to them, so I won't like people my family doesn't like.<br /><br />Finally, I am enthusiastic and want people to come along for whatever I come up with at the moment, and people who don't at least some times feel the call for adventure will quickly be dropped :/<br /><br /><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-86207874231599386072017-02-19T19:59:00.000-08:002017-02-19T19:59:12.008-08:00Day 20: Concerts <a href="http://humanpersonalperspective.blogspot.com/2017/02/im-doing-this.html" target="_blank">30-Day Blogging Challenge</a><br />
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<b>Day 20: Concerts you have attended</b><br /><br />Foo Fighters, My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, Deftones, Serj Tankian, Good Charlotte, The Rabble, The Used, Taking Back Sunday, Twin Atlantic, We The Kings, Sum 41, The Matches, 30 Seconds To Mars, Reuben...<br /><br />Off the top of my head, I think that's about half :3Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-42333561353561061252017-02-19T19:53:00.000-08:002017-02-19T19:53:04.118-08:00Day 19: History<a href="http://humanpersonalperspective.blogspot.com/2017/02/im-doing-this.html" target="_blank">30-Day Blogging Challenge</a><br /><b><br />Day 19: A list of all the places you've lived at.</b><br />
<br />I'm sorry but since my blog is public, I don't think I want to divulge much. I'm already quite personal (to my standards) so I wouldn't want to put myself at risk.<br /><br />I'm skipping this one.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-3625219067143653952017-02-19T19:51:00.002-08:002017-02-19T19:51:22.896-08:00Day 18: Television<a href="http://humanpersonalperspective.blogspot.com/2017/02/im-doing-this.html" target="_blank">30-Day Blogging Challenge</a><br /><br /><b>Day 18: Name the TV show you have become addicted to.</b><br /><br />It would have to be three of them. I finished them super fast, and waiting intensely for following seasons:<br />
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3. Mr. Robot<br />2. Black Mirror<br />
1. HumansUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-43498960795059676172017-02-19T19:48:00.003-08:002017-02-19T19:48:39.291-08:00Day 17: the future<a href="http://humanpersonalperspective.blogspot.com/2017/02/im-doing-this.html" target="_blank">30-Day Blogging Challenge</a><br />
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<b>Day 17: what do you want to be when you get older?</b><br /><br />I would want to be more confident, more calm, and more organized. Particularly more focused, and still working on something I believe in. Hopefully I get better at what I'm doing while trying out other new ventures. All you need is someone to give you a hand.<br /><br />I want to be more understanding, more patient, more knowledgeable and more helpful.<br />
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Most importantly, I want to be more present.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-80439479632688333772017-02-16T19:48:00.001-08:002017-02-16T19:48:20.946-08:00Day 16: at the world's end<a href="http://humanpersonalperspective.blogspot.com/2017/02/im-doing-this.html" target="_blank">30-Day Blogging Challenge</a><br /><b><br />Day 16: If the world were to end tomorrow, what would you do with your remaining time?</b><br /><br />Talk to the people I love, while petting my cats, and if I have a whole day, probably go outside, to the beach, and also listen to my favorite songs.<br /><br />And be thankful, so thankful, because I walked on this earth, and I tasted its fruits, and loved all its living creatures, and saw many great things. And probably cry a lot.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5343683262790762315.post-74228714113053155272017-02-16T19:45:00.003-08:002017-02-16T19:45:28.120-08:00Day 15: someone you fancy<a href="http://humanpersonalperspective.blogspot.com/2017/02/im-doing-this.html" target="_blank">30-Day Blogging Challenge</a><br /><br /><b>Day 15: A photo of someone you fancy at the moment</b><br /><br /><br />Sorry but no XD <br />That's kinda creepy? If I wasn't an introvert for whom everything is awkward and awkwardness is the bane of my existence then maybe someone I fancy would be aware of this and it wouldn't be creepy but...<br /><br />Me being me and all... just no.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0