sábado, 21 de septiembre de 2013

Pastillas para no Soñar



 Yo nunca he querido vivir 100 años, ni mucho menos. A medida pasa el tiempo es normal ponerse a pensar en las vicisitudes de la vida: atorarse en la rutina, los sueños sin cumplir y el abuso de las dulces mieles que la misma nos brinda. Pensar en todo el tiempo que pasa y que no se aprovecha. Los viejos nos dicen que no aprovechamos el tiempo y que las generaciones de ahora se dedican más a las actividades lúdicas que a las cosas importantes más nunca nos dicen cuáles son las cosas importantes. El trabajo y los estudios todos se dirigen al fin de ganar dinero para sostener a nuestras familias, a vivir cómodamente y  a pensar en un futuro incierto, incierto porque no sabemos si llegara y el futuro pues no depara nada realmente porque no es más que una ilusión, una ilusión plagada de ideas de cosas mejores para un tiempo que puede nunca se concreten.

¿Entonces cual es el punto de pensar en el futuro, cual es el punto de soñar? Ciertamente vivir pensando en que nada pasara y que solo el ahora importa puede resultar tanto triste como emocionante. Triste porque puede que el ahora no sea exactamente lo que deseamos, puede que nos atoremos en que la vida no nos brinda sino golpe tras golpe, cual Canelo peleando contra Mayweather, y la verdad es que pensar que las actuales condiciones si es el caso sean insuperables deprime hasta cierto punto. Emocionante porque puede que esta condición nos incite a lanzarnos a la deriva sin pensarlo dos veces para obtener resultados deseables o en ocasiones impensables; viviendo al filo del peligro cada día de nuestras vidas sintiendo que el tiempo se acaba pues hasta cierto punto lo hace y de manera estrepitosa. ¿Pero quién puede decir que estas dos ideas no pueden juntarse para darnos resultados mágicos? 

La idea de que el futuro está muy lejos deprime a cualquiera y si no vivimos de manera apropiada puede que hasta que esté muy cerca se vuelva una tortura. ¿Pero entonces cómo vivir? Simplemente, viviendo sin miedo. El miedo nos frena y no solo el miedo a escoger sabiamente en momentos importantes, el miedo nos frena hasta en cosas triviales. Ya sea escogiendo una nueva ruta al trabajo o la universidad o escogiendo que soda pedir en un restaurante, el miedo nos cohíbe de tantas maneras que inclusive vivir sin él, nos atemoriza. La idea de vivir corriendo por el mundo cometiendo locuras como saltar de montañas o escalando ruinas suena como algo que solo los locos y ricos pueden realizar puesto que pueden “costearlo”, pero a mi parecer el momento de cometer locuras aunque sea pequeñas nunca es tarde. ¿Qué si le digo a la tipa que me gusta que me encanta y me rechaza? Pues en esta vida el fracaso es inminente en todo momento. ¿Qué si no me gusta la comida que pedí en el restaurante nuevo que decidí probar hoy?  Pues la decepción no es algo que se pueda evitar de manera cotidiana.

La vida se resume en tomar riesgos y en saber sufrirlos. Sufrir es parte de esta vida y ya que solo es una, inclusive mientras se sufre se debe gozar. No debemos dejar que el miedo nos domine y que condicione nuestras elecciones. Pensar en el futuro es cosa de gente aburrida y pensar solamente en el presente es cosa de locos. Entonces no pensemos en el tiempo y pensemos en resultados. Los riesgos y las decisiones que hoy tomemos puede que nos persiga el resto de nuestra vida pero si igual vamos a morir ¿Qué más da?  Es el momento de rehusarse a decir que no y vivir la vida pensando en el sí. Pues que la tipa me dijo que no, en algún momento alguien me dirá que sí. Que si la comida no fue de mi agrado, pues hay más cosas que podría pedir. Detrás de cada no y de cada decepción hay un si escondido, una alegría que quiere ser expuesta y queda a nuestra merced descubrirla.  Vivir con miedo es apenas vivir y vivir sin él es apenas morir. De una u otra manera todos nos iremos así que no nos lo tomemos a mal, no somos tan importantes, no es necesario que todo nos salga bien así que ante todo procuremos que si alguien va a ser feliz con lo que hacemos, que seamos nosotros mismos.


                                              Para cerrar les dejo una foto de un  gato en traje

sábado, 1 de diciembre de 2012

¿Donde esta la biblioteca?

Mesdames et messieurs, ladies and gentlemen, damas y caballeros, gente que predigo nunca en su vida va a leer esto considerando el poco trafico que he tenido dada mi poca actividad y lo dificil que es encontrar blogs en internet ha llegado el glorioso dia de mi retorno. Pero aunque no sea permanente (aun no lo se) es por una causa justa y necesaria. Justa porque creo en la justicia y probablemente esto no tenga nada que ver con ella y no se si sera justo pero es lo que hay y no puedo decir que una causa es necesaria sin decir que es justa. Necesaria porque sirve un proposito, un proposito majestuoso y glorioso, un proposito acerca de una obligacion que nunca prescribe, un proposito muy mio y nada suyo.

La cantidad de talentos que tengo es para serles sincero, muy poca. Se resume a unas cuantas actividades y una de ella es esta. Escribir pretendiendo que muchos me leeran aunque probablemente solo lo haga una persona, vos sabes quien sos. Contrario a mi ultimo post, la persona a la que describire no llego a mi vida hace un year (la enie de mi teclado no funciona, disculpa mi ineptitud). Asi que para hacerles largo un cuento corto empezare a describir a esa persona.

Imaginense la mujer que todos quieren: guapa, inteligente, amante de los videojuegos, amante de los deportes, graciosa, unica. Probablemente todos estemos buscando a una mujer con estas caracteristicas y tristemente no la podremos encontrar. Vamos a pasar la vida buscandola y buscandola y vamos a encontrar a una que tenga unas 4 o 5 caracteristicas de las que queremos y con ello nos conformamos porque caballeros no podemos tener toda la torta para nosotros solos. NUNCA, NEVER, JAMAISE. Ahora les dire algo con un coloquialismo tan catracho (porque catracho soy) que no se esperaban: ¿Que pedos que si existe? EXISTE! EXISTE! EXISTE! Yo se que existe porque saben que perros de aldea? Yo la encontre.

Yo encontre a esa mujer por la que todos ustedes suspiran sin conocer, yo la he visto y he hablado con ella y no les dire su nombre porque ella sabe quien es y probablemente solo ella lea este material porque es para ELLA no para todos ustedes perros de aldea! SUFRAN! SUFRAN Y MUERANSE DE LA ENVIDIA! Casualmente en aproximadamente 16 minutos estara celebrando su natalicio, lo bueno del asunto es que no es casualidad porque el proposito de este material es exactamente ese, felicitar a esa dama que todos ustedes quieren.

Mira (vos sabes quien sos) yo no se si fue la distancia o tal vez culpa de mi ignorancia pero tuve la dicha y la fortuna de poder toparme con vos en esta vida. Yo no se si alguna vez podre conquistarte, yo no se que fue lo que te puso en mi camino ni porque, yo no se tantas cosas que me gustaria saber y daria lo que fuera por hacerlo, pero lo que si se es que por el tiempo que tenga la dicha de poder tenerte en mi vida yo estare eternamente agradecido. Porque yo no solo me encontre a una mujer que todos quieren, yo me encontre a una mujer que es lo que todos quieren y mas. A la mujer cebolla, capa tras capa tras capa de cosas nuevas y fabulosas que al final de todo no podes hacer mas que llorar y no de tristeza (aunque puede ser) sino de dicha porque el descubrimiento nunca se acaba. Espero que cumplas muchos years mas y pues te envio un abrazo grande y mucho carino. Sos unica, hermosa, divertida y pasable (decis vos) y nunca lo olvides pero si llegaras a hacerlo aqui va a estar Johnny para recordartelo.

Para terminar un video de unas ardillas bailando las buenas rolas de Michael Jackson. :) Have a nice day!

viernes, 1 de junio de 2012

About a year ago...

Sometimes I feel the need to tell you what I'm talking about because some of my titles have little or no thing to do with the stories I tell and even when they I do, well I still do it mainly because I enjoy this part of my day. As the title would suggest this story started about a year ago; when exactly? Well I have a general idea but I'm pretty sure I'd be wrong if I suggested some sort of date so my approximation, like most lame approximations, is set in the time frame of year.

So well I walked into this house and... well you can read the J factor to find out about the story that happened in the house and some of what happened after that but what's happened in between is really interesting. Actually I'd be lying if I say it was interesting, but guess what motherfuckers? I'd be glad to go over it again.


Yes I'm pretty sure by this point you're probably wondering if I'm drunk (I'm not) because I appear to be making no sense at all .

No sense at all
But the funny part is if you read my shit you'll realize it's ok, like an arguing woman I don't have the need to make sense to get through with my arguments. I could easily end this entry right now, but fuck you cause I won't. I came here today with a purpose and by the power of the mighty Loki, I will get through with it!


Not so mighty at times...







So where was I? Curing Aids right?...wait, I'm pretty sure I should post that on MY OTHER PUBLICATION.... So about a year ago I met this wonderful wonderful wonderful person and well now I have to write more on it don't I? It would seem kind of pretty damn lame if I had built all that hype just to say I met a great gal. It would feel like one of those Jason Sudeikis movies that are nothing but hype

2 straight hours of ball busting scenes....


So yeah...she's awesome like.... well let's set things straight: it's pretty hard to write about it because it's simply impossible to explain. Have you ever scored a last minute goal? Have you ever witnessed the birth of your kids? Have you ever watched Schindler's List? If you have done at least one of those things you know what it's like to live, or find, or see one of those once in a lifetime events that can't be described well simply because you have to be there to know. You just know... you just know...

So in the midst of her birthday and knowing she'll probably read this I'll simply say I've been blessed for having her in my life and I really hope that things carry on that way and though some things are better left unsaid appreciation for those who matter in our lives should never be one of those. Have a great one!


Not to be confused with THE Great One






lunes, 7 de mayo de 2012

Le Soldat d'Hiver

"Winter is coming..." Loneliness is a word that many don't seem to understand. People often confuse loneliness with being alone when in reality the difference is quite abysmal. I've been blessed in life with a great amount of friends, real friends, those who won't ever leave you in times of distress. Thing is when I tell them I feel lonely, they often react with the same phrases: "I'm here for you man, don't worry" "You're not alone man, we're here for you" "I know it's hard but you got your friends" However they fail to understand how one is helpless in winter:No matter how many hugs you get or how much warmth you feel, it's still cold outside. Regardless of what people do or say, no one can change the fact that when winter comes it's here to stay and the only solution is fighting the battle, a battle that must be fought by one man. Problems will come and the skies will be dark and filled with clouds and no friend you know will ever get rid of winter, friends are soldiers of summer and they can't stop winter. With determination as a sword and an army of personal strength one can however make it through winter and see the sun once again. As the moon shines high and lonely, stars won't ever leave her alone. If only if only if only the wood pecker sighs the bark on the trees was as soft as the skies as the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only.

lunes, 12 de diciembre de 2011

And here comes Christmas

Christmas is here and many may wonder what could an awesome man like myself could want


(It's true, I am)

and here's the deal, I'm not sir Richard Branson so I'm not really one who could say I have everything I could ever dream like a floating car or something like that


(That is Richard Branson and he has his floating car, It's really badass)


But I have enough to suffice my needs, well not all of them so this is why I'm writing this. I have enough "wealth" to live well, my schooling is doing quite well and I have wonderful friends



(Even they can't trump my set of lads, yeah they're quite awesome)

but I am lacking that one companion that every awesome man needs, and surely every awesome man needs an awesome companion so in the spirit of Christmas and in my current Goo Goo Dolls, Better Days mood I shall write how I wish this companion to be; cause I don't need no designer love or empty things.

Recently I watched Crazy Stupid Love and that movie gave me the phrase that exactly describes the person I'm looking for: A GAME CHANGER. My friends that kind of person is out there. Have you ever seen someone so majestic and beautiful in it's raw core that even with just a pair of leggings and a baggy shirt, something as casual as that, can walk and with the sun behind em can simply take your breath away.



(Berlin knows their shit and so does Top Gun, TOM CRUISE FTW)

That person than when you see em roaming the halls of school you feel like stuck in a 80s movie about odd teenagers (16 Candles, Pretty in Pink, Can't Buy Me Love, Ferris Bueller, Say Anything...You name it brother) you just walking into a Foreigner music video and feel enchanted. That one person that can gets all your silly quirks and for some reason laughs at em with you, that person who can change your blue days into sunny skies with a simple smile.

I know it's a tad childish to think you can easily find a "game changer", cause it's a hard knock life out there but if you keenly observe what's out there and what you got it may not be too far away...

sábado, 15 de octubre de 2011

I dreamed a dream....Wait what?

Inception?


WRONG!

This is not about levels of dreams, or dream catchers, or dream weavers, NO. It´s about a little something I like to call, JOY IN THE SCREEN(MUSICALS)! Fiddler in the Roof, Chicago, Phantom of the Opera, Cats, Hairspray, Rent, Oz, Nine, Love, etc... The list is endless and if you come to think about it, though considered a very homosexual culture, musicals are all about emotions and combining them with the great communicator: MUSIC. Have you ever walked around just walking pissed off along a group of friends and seen this:



THOUGH IT LOOKS GAY, GOTTA ADMIT THAT KINDA FLEXIBILITY IS PRETTY RAD

or have you ever just wondered if that special one is thinking of you and just busted out a Think of me Moment


(Gerard Butler did and he´s King "MOTHERFUCKING" Leonidas" )

Probably not. Let me tell you this, life is a lot easier with music. You may think yeah it´s gay when you´re just having a bad day and all of a sudden bust a move and start singing but have you ever just stood in front of your mirror with headphones on lip-syncing your favorite song? Have you ever started singing a random song that you just love that came up on the radio? Have you ever just been sitting in a restaurant on a date with that lovely someone when a romantic song comes up and you just stare at each other looking hopelessly foolish? Have you ever been so down you heard a Bryan Adams song and busted that shit UP because you knew deep inside your heart he knew his shit? Well my friends if you´ve ever experienced something like that, you´re in no position to criticize musicals.

Music is not just an industry that sells tons of prefabricated "artists" , it´s a way of expressing how you feel. Let me tell you something, expressing your feelings may make people call you gay. But not doing so may make people run for their lives when you finally snap and start to shoot up the farmer´s market. At times we all need a bit of theatricality in our lives, just living in a whimsically and flamboyantly, living life the way you want it, letting it all out. There are many ways to live your life and personally I´m not someone who would consider itself apt to tell you how to do it, but as long as you live it your way (as gay as it may look) you´ll be feeling smooth.

P.S. A SHOUT OUT FOR ALL THE GLEEKS OUT THERE!

lunes, 10 de octubre de 2011

Snap

It happens, it´s usually bad when it happens but we all eventually snap. Sometimes unexpectedly, sometimes even with people we didn´t even intend to or were not originally angry at and doesn´t it just suck after it happens. You know the feeling; your heartbeat starts raising, you stare at that person like you wanted to rip their head off, some of us walk in circles trying to either control ourselves or have some balls to go at it, you start walking in a B line just marching on cause you know shit is about to go down


(GOT YOUR SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN FACE?)

It usually starts off in a calm yet terrorizing way when you start doing your "smart talk" trying to come up with some bullshit speech intended to intimidate the other person and as you walk you slowly surround them, then ALL FUCKING HELL BREAKS LOOSE


(HELL BROKE LOOSE)

At this point there is nothing one can explain, the turmoil is running wild. People are screaming (You tend to hear several people but it´s actually your evil demonic side with a million voices)




(A FUCKING LEGION)

and while that unlucky fella who just happened to run into you on a shitty day just looks frightened, at times they snap back and there are just 2 legions of fucking a holes, there is bound to be a moment when you start feeling that adrenaline rush. Oh the fucking adrenaline, the adrenaline can make a schmuck like this



Into William Fucking Shakespeare, you start inventing insults people didn´t even dream about bringing douchebaggery to a whole new level of rage and anger and when that person starts crying (at this point there are tears in the building) and then you walk away and feel fucking infuriated, usually a dumb friend comes along says something stupid like:


(YO MAN YOU WERE FUCKING RUNNING WILD, THAT SHIT IS CRAZY)


And though that SHIT was indeed wild you just keep walking. By the time you get home you start feeling some regret and..............ah screw you and your expectations in my moral teachings, I´ll just make a list:

1.CALM THE FUCK DOWN!
2. BREATHE
3. CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!
4.TALK IT OUT
5.CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!!
6.Go for a jog or something
7.CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!!!
8. Just take it easy cause angry people just make me spill my coffee....and I don´t even drink coffee