Showing posts with label The days that aren't sunny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The days that aren't sunny. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Ni son todos los que están, ni están todos los que son.

Have you ever had friends who, even though you don't like some of their ways, you still put up with?
Have you ever had a friend you thought you knew, and that you knew well, until to find out, MUCH MUCH LATER, that said person was NOTHING like you originally thought, and then have some sort of an existential crisis when you find out your close friend is far from that?


I just realized that ending a friendship is kind of like a bad breakup. Except there's more ammo for cheap shots and a lot more resentment and bitterness.


 This is a Hate Post. I need to vent.

I just need to get this off my chest.
It's taking up too much mental space and WAY too much energy that I need to focus on other things.
Negativity only breeds further negativity, and quite honestly, a little is already too much. But instead of letting it go, I keep holding on to it and resent the feelings I have, and then those feelings start to get nasty and fester and all that other BS, and I'm stuck in this negative loop that is bringing me down.


There is a spanish  phrase that I have heard before, and that came to mind today:
Ni son todos los que están, ni están todos los que son.
Literally, it means: 
Not all those who are there are; nor are not those who are not there.
Confusing?? Very. It's one of those phrases that usually get lost in translation.

But hey, look at it this way:

Not all those who are there are  (Crazy/sane/strong/powerful) ,

nor are not (crazy/sane/strong/powerful) those who are not there.

another translation of this is that:


Neither all who are [guilty] stand [here], nor all who stand [here] are [guilty].

Feel free to change the word "Guilty" as needed. Some examples that can be used are crazy, sane, true, innocent, honest, suffering, etc.



In essence, this saying means, the presence or absence of people in one context/social setting or the other, does not, in any way, represent their true numbers.
AKA: The fact that you are not racing in a marathon, does not mean you are not a runner. Nor, does it mean that you truly ARE a runner if you are in a marathon.
In sum,  appearances are deceiving.


 You get the point. 
(If you don't then I don't think you should bother reading the rest of the post, mostly because you'd miss the point behind the point I was just trying to make. Forgive me, I'm rather cut & dry and insensitive lately.)

So, in that light, I use the phrase in tone and tune with friendship.
Ni son todos los que están, ni están todos los que son.

No all who surround you are friends, and not all who are friends are surround you.
Sometimes we are mistakenly believe that those who surround us are unconditional friends, when truly that is not the case.



Usually, it's sad the way we realize who really are our friends, those people around you who care enough to literally, care for you when you need it.
It is said that when you are in need, then you will truly find those who are your true friends.
Sometimes, despite knowing someone for most of your life, their true colors never really come out until you actually need them, and realize that, even if you had their back... they don't have yours. At all. Period.
“True friendship isn't about being there when it's convenient;
it's about being there when it's not.”
 How is it, that after knowing someone X amount of YEARS, being a faithful, honest friend, being there for crying fits, broken hearts, drunken nights, major favors, city touring, college broke-ass-ness and ramen noodles, window shopping and hookups gone bad, when you need someone there.... there's anybody but said friend?
I'm more than hurt, I'm resentful.
See, I can understand that everyone has priorities. I can understand that some things will always take precedence over others. I am ok with the fact things will not always be the way I want them and the world does not run on my schedule.
However, it is an insult to me that... as a friend who HAS helped you move, who has paid for your luggage before your flight when your ass was broke, who has fed you and helped you clean your house, among many many other things... you decide to go to a pool party and tell me you have things to do and can't help me move.
That, is the very definition of BITCHASSNESS.

To be more, politically correct with my words, I'll say this:
Friendship is a two way street. While, as a friend, I do not keep a tally of who did what last for whom, when the scales tip significantly in such a manner that I ALWAYS give, and you always receive and it never goes the other way... well you know... I've got to say...

FUCK YOU!!
Fuck you and your selfishness and self-centeredness.
FUCK YOU and how everything is always about you and what you want and when you want it
F U C K  Y O U and your spoiled ass who does not know the meaning or concept of HARD WORK and who does not understand the terms GRATITUDE and APPRECIATION.
Fuck you for every single damn time I ended up doing you a favor when I could've done something else, BECAUSE I CARED about you.

Looking at things objectively, I've always known you were spoiled. That you were also childish, immature and selfish.
But you know, recently I've seen a side that I really disliked and much to my dismay and disdain it has only become worse over the last few months.
You are like a fucking leech. You siphon your needs and wants off from other people and when you realize that they're over financing your next greatest adventure and bending over to your every whim, you kick them out of your life.
It is a disappointment to say the least, and at best, it makes you a low-life scum.
And see, after knowing you so long, you'd think that, for the sheer amount of BS we've seen each other through, the very bond of our friendship would deter you even considering trying that same bullshit with me, and yet that's not the case.

So you know,
FUCK YOU.

With this wonderfully eloquent post I conclude the calamitous dramatic demise of our friendship.
Matter of fact, I don't even need or want some sort of truce or peace offering.
What for? To go back to the same bullshit all over again? Nah, I'll pass.
Besides, we both already know that your proud ass isn't going to even try. You don't need me, and I can honestly see now that you don't care either.
I don't need your apology.
Matter of fact, I don't need you in my life either.
Quite honestly, aside from moments and memories, there's barely any common ground between you and I.
You don't work, you don't understand the concept of having to work and EARN your things and places. You treat people and life and things as though they are all disposable to your every desire and as of now, you only live, breathe and exist for your significant other.

So what would I want a truce for? Much less an apology?
To go back to the same routine in which for the first week I'm agreeable, then the second one I'm cranky, on the third one I'm frowning and by the last one I'm ready and willing to toss knives at you when you open your mouth?
Nah.
I'll pass.
I have better things to do with my life. Matter of fact, better people are out there. Those who can truly know the meaning of friendship, and understand that a friend is not the same thing as an endless debit card.

So let these be my parting words:
Fare well. Grow up. Appreciate. Understand. Be independent and self-reliant. Life will not always be kind and you must also learn you don't have a right to get what you want, or else.
In the end, I just hope you look back and see where the mistakes were made, so that you don't make them again. And lastly, learn to be kind, to be generous, in all possible ways. Seek to give more than you receive because in the end that is the true joy in life.


~chao.


Jezz.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Emo rambling over fearing the future.

We can be a beautiful tragedy as we hold hands and fade into the sunset
Maybe somewhere along the line, thoughts were confused,
boundaries were blurred.
I thought sincerely thought we would spend our lives together.


I'm not sure what I believed
Naitive
I guess you could say
led me to think everything would be ok
even in the moments I would get stomach-churning thoughts of what if
usually in the middle of your monologue conversations with me
and I've come to the conclusion that I'm used to having "Powers that Be"
in control of my life and destiny.
I look into my future and I don't see independence and freedom
I see a chain and ball tying me down
I see moral responsibilities, I see persistance and struggle
I see hope deception and disappointment
I fear my future.
I fear the uncertainty. I fear the thought that I have to go meet my future unknowing and unprepared.
I panic at the thought of the rest of my life, and I have yet to understand why.
I feel as though I'm tied down, like I completely skipped a decade of my life and ended up with a family to maintain and support and I see my own hopes and ambitions pushed down to a second plane, where things go to be forgotten, dreams deffered, relegated, gathering dust.
My heart feels like an abandoned home, like it was forgotten all together.
I fear that I will stay. and stay. and stay.
that i will stay in this sick sad situation and bear up with it, and let go of the dreams of independence and travel and adventure and excitement
I fear it will never go away, that these circumstances will remain the same for all of time and I will end up crying endless tears over the one thing no-one can ever get back: time.

No hay mal que dure 100 años ni cuerpo que lo resista.
Entonces, o el mal no dura 100 años, o el cuerpo no lo resiste?
Soy lo suficientemente fuerte para resistirlo 99?

"Even the sand is made of seashells"- Thursday
It's just another of those emo days for me, yet again.
Maybe I do need counseling. Is it normal to have these random mood swings, and feeling like an icy-hot liquid pours inside me repeatedly?
I'm thinking about death again. Bad idea, I know.
The sad part is that I'm at a point where even if I did have the intention to act on it, I wouldn't do it to avoid being the burden.

La parabola del hijo prodigo.
The story of the prodigal son. I am the eldest, literally and figuratively.
I had to take a break from writing this, because even the thought of this makes me cry.
I am the eldest, the one who stayed, the one who endured, and remained. The one who held things down, the one gave up freedom.
That is something mom will never understand because she isn't the one who stayed. She left, she got married, she had kids, she did her own thing.
I see Dude and I see the prodigal son, making his own choices, living his life, while I stay here, miserable. While I remain with a pride that feels like a stab in the heart, the spear that took away the life of my dreams. While I wonder what it feels like, wonder if the air is any sweeter, if the sun shines any brighter from doing as you wish, knowing that it probably feels that way.

.... to be continued.
I have a vast empty feeling in my heart that isn't getting any better with this thought.
I'm sad, and gloomy and just plain depressed.

"I know there are better days ahead, but oh this darkness looms around me, casting shadows, weighting burdens that make it impossible for me to walk away".... The words fit in more ways than one (._.)
Sorry for the rambling. :/

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Another day in the life- Version 3.10

Spring has come around and my spirits are higher, I feel a LOT better when waking up, and I'm usually in a better mood.
But today has a store of bad things for me.
My right eye hurts and feels like I'm about to get a stye :( [see my previous post styes, Fate]
My average went from A to B- in PSP111 due to my absences.
I was able to hand in a late paper, and I can also give a speech for some credit, which should help my cause, I suppose.
On the good side, I handed in my Transformational Leadership paper in early, for a change. I was somewhat proud.

I went to Financial Aid... hoping they could help me re-finance my payment plan and then take in my tax information.
Well, no only is my advisor gone, and they lady that did help me pretty much did everything BUT, I was also informed that
1. There is nothing FA can do for me,
2. I need to re-submit my FAFSA,
3. I need to harass my mom to re-submit her FAFSA for me as well, and
4. I have to deal with Student Accounts.

So, now I stroll to Student Accounts, and find out that Khadija, my Student Accounts advisor, is no here anymore... I mean WTF?! I now have deal with Mrs. House, a lady so stuck up she might as well have a stick up her @ss to keep her straightened up. She then informs me that I must first pay off the balance in full before any changes can be made, which is bullshit, cause for the last year, I've been going to Student Accounts and getting my payments re-structured in order to be able to meet all my school deadlines. Great. So now I owe a grand total of $1300 to school, BEFORE I can register for next quarter, which mind you, starts in approximately2 weeks from now... ajaa...
Now here's also the tricky part. I ahve a measly $400 in my back account. Sadly, I got paid last friday, a meager 4 days ago... meaning I have another week and a half before I get any more cash flowing in.
So. I am left with 2 options. I can either dip into my car savings and put that in for my tuition, once again, making my car purchase date left to somewhere in the distant future...NAAAH I DON'T THINK SO!
But it's either that, or Pay what I have now, and then pay my next paycheck in full and then find out a way to scape up another chunk of money for my late registration fee and then wait 'til my ext paycheck in order to get the books I need. Oh, and not eat or go out or break anything for the next 5 weeks... haha.
Ah.. the wonders of college life.
Overall, I think it won't be so bad. I think I can manage it... I'll hoard off the food at home... and I mean, who needs to go out on the quickly dissipating 2 weeks of vacations between semesters?
This is nothing! This is where boys are made men, well in this case girls are made Superwomen :P
I need to get my life together, seriously.
Should I take a second job? I've been considering going back to ON on saturdays, or even Tuesday, Thursdays and Fridays as a Logistics agent... I wonder if they're hiring again.

Nonetheless, I'm still gonna take a self-defense class or something next quarter. I need to have something to vent, cause I feel like I'm boxed up and can barely breathe sometimes.
But, truthfully, I actually feel a bit better now, after venting.
I just remembered both of my best friends in this world are coming in 10 days, and will be here for Moral Support. YAY!

Anyhow... I need to get back to work.
Life calls citizens.
Till the next one....
-Peace out