Writing Crap

My days are always the same: I wake up ten minutes before 10 AM to watch this tv show I like. As I do that, I eat breakfast. My breakfast is basically anything that lays around the fridge or the cupboard. I don't like breakfast, it annoys me for some reason.

After that, my mom is already up too so we watch more Tv for like an hour and then I shower, get dressed, tidy up my bedroom and by 1 PM I should be writing on my laptop.

And then, things get really easy or really annoying. Sometimes I've had an idea before and it comes back as I seat in front of the screen so it comes right up: every detail, every character, everything there is to say to make it good enough to read.
However, I practically never make corrections. That's because I'm lazy and also because I think that makes me kind of a bad writer, if I'm not capable to see errors as I write them.

Well, that's on the good days. On the bad days, it sucks, big time. I normally come up with stories I can write fast and don't make me go crazy. As one day I write in English and the following day in Spanish and so on, it gets easier or harder depending on how ready I am to write in one language or the other. Some things are easier on one or in the other. it just depends on my mood or something.

It happens a lot too that after i began, already with two pages finished, I realized how awful my story of the day is. I read a paragraph and I get pissed, sad and annoyed at the same time. It either doesn't make sense or it sound stupid or childish... It make me angry.
Sometimes, if I spent too much time doing it, I just post it and think "Fuck it". No one appear to be reading these so who to fuck cares.
If I happen to be particularly annoyed by my writing, I just erased it all and start again. Those times, I think how awful it would be if someone read my blog and thought "What is this?". So I write something else, out of the blue.

Writing is the only thing I think I am able to do correctly. I mean, I make cupcakes and I read a lot of wikipedia, but writing is my thing. I'm an idiot with numbers and social issues don't really get to me. Let's just say if I was a president I would very rapidly become a dictator.

And I know it's weird and frowned upon, for a so-called writer, but I don't really love reading. I mean, sure I read but not huge books and 5 in a year. Maybe I read one a year. I mean, for many people I know I suck a lot. But I believe writing and reading are two different things, that have little to do with one another. But that's me and, quite possibly, I'm the only one who thinks that.

So this is what I do. Write a blog and just hope for thing to pick up somehow. I have a career and a masters degree but no company gives a fuck about that. They want people they can mold and I'm past that. Not to say I'm such a creative soul but I'm not an empty canvas either.

After writing, I normally go walking somewhere. my goal every week day (there's no way in hell I'm going to exercise on weekends), is to walk 10 kilometers. I do it through nice little neighborhoods or by avenues or on huge malls. I don't care as long as I have time to make my brain calm down.

To sum it up, here are the reasons why I NEED to walk everyday:

 - Live with parents
 - Never had a job. NONE.
 - Have never been paid to do nothing. For real.
 - I'm 25.
 - I'm gay.
 - Social life in a coma.
 - What the hell. I do need the exercise.

And those are all (probably not) the reasons why I need to breath some fresh air and prevent myself from going crazy, again. I have my "rage episodes" and they can get pretty ugly but I writing has gotten those under control.

See? Writing is not only about doing the one thing that I do good. It's about doing something that makes me calm, that has the incredible capacity of make me think and just concentrate. I left school and college so long ago and I need some structure in some kind of way.

Before you think "the gym is nice" or some shit like that, let me tell you a little something. I hate gyms, I loath them and the people that love them. That's it. I won't apologize for that and won't explain it because, let's face it, how many people will be reading this?

Anyhow, what I like the most about writing is the imagination part. Many people think about techniques or structures or storylines and I don't really care about that. Actually, that doesn't really matter because what really matters is a good story, a real one, kind of original. That's it.

My career was focused on cinema and that made me think about how brilliant minds can be when they put all their energy on something. We are all in awe of people that have come up with awesome tales and characters and dialogue and we worship them like gods but we forget they were once like us.

Ok, maybe not like me but you get my point. They were people just looking to make their dreams real and by that I don't mean "dreams" like in "making your wishes come true". Not that. I mean taking out from you mind what's there and put it in display for others to see. That's the dream that comes true, not if you find a loved one or win the lottery.

Imagination for me is the most attractive thing. Maybe that's way my social life is in a coma. Yes, I have friends and they are a small number, which for me it's great, I know them better because of that. But I fail to make new ones because I get bored fairly fast. I mean, if I'm not interested in you in the first five minutes, believe, were not going to be anything.

Same goes with guys. If they prove to me that they have no imagination whatsoever, there will be no second date. Or second chat, to be accurate. Nowadays, not even that. I have no energy or personality left to have a steady relationship with anyone. And before you say "Someone will come when you least expect it", let's just say I have been waiting for 25 fucking years so kiss that.

Well, I think I digress a bit from my main point. For me writing makes things happen were I need them to happen first: in my mind. Yes, life is about physical things and so on but that hasn't worked for me, so what's bad about creating stuff for people to read and, first and foremost, to make me feel I'm not a failure and that I can do something?

No harm done I think.

To be honest, I prefer writing my crap every single day, that forcing myself into a life I know I will hate and loath every single day of my life. Unemployed and poor? Well, yeah. But hey, there are always fast food chains.

Guy with iPhone

That's all guys want. And girls too. A guy with an iPhone.

In today's world things, stuff, objects are what define us. Not what we think or do or say but what we own. Going to the newest store or coffee shop, buying the latest trend in technology or clothes, watching the "hip" shows on TV or trying to be like the hottest celebrity. All that is important now.

But what about us? The real us, I mean. These days who er are is extreme diluted, as if what we own was water and our painted souls just got to insignificant in its presence.

What is really incredible is the fact that many people fabricate originality and sell it as if it was unique and never repeatable. But it is the opposite. We are unique by the mere fact of being born but that seems not to be enough for any of us.

As a species, we fail to appreciate life. We recognize ourselves as the ruling species of this Earth, more intelligent and adaptable but are we really? Specially when, for the largest part, we use our lives only to imitate and pretend instead of living it and nothing more?

Just go outside for some time, it doesn't have to be much. You'll see people. Look at their way of using clothes, their way of wearing make up, even the way people talk and walk. In the most part, all of it has been prefabricated. And the source is not a surprise. The media is today the most powerful force in the world, more than any petty politician or religious leader. Media is here to stay and judges us all every single day.

We created it so we should know what is about but we seem to have lost control of it. Instead of using it as a tool to unite the world and share cultural heritage, media has transformed in the almighty God of us all. Church is inside our homes and, even more dangerous, inside our minds.

Media has become so powerful that everything it tells us, we assume it as the truth. And even if we don't, we have no way of really contradicting it as it handles almost every aspect of modern day societies, here and anywhere else in the world.

The worst are the mixed messages. For year media, along with other industries at its service, has told us that we most look a certain way. Skinny, in general, but also with certain features to be more attractive to others, never mind our gender.

So that's where all the perfume ads are born. Artsy, maybe. But they tell who should we be or at least what we should aspire to be. And people believe it and enforce it.

For example, create a profile in any dating site or even any social media website. For one week put a picture of someone else. Women should find the picture of a woman with big breasts, tiny waist and pouty lips and men should post a picture of a shirtless guy, gym body, nice teeth. A week after, change it for a picture of yourself, out of bed (for real). See what gets more attention.

And this even translates to subcultures. Gay men are a perfect example or superficial thought. And no, its not about homophobia, is how homosexual men have adapted to their so called community being mistreated for years. So it was preferable not to form a bond with someone so sex has stayed most important. And that, is hardly arguable. So big dick pics are a huge thing. I'm a gay man, I should know.

But when I said mixed messages I also refer to those endearing campaigns, ads or others, most likely featuring a celebrity, that tell us how great it is the be ourselves and how everyone is going to love each other so much just because we accept our differences.

I call bullshit on that one. Why? Because humankind is hypocritical, we say one thing but do the opposite just seconds after. That's how many wars have started and how geopolitics works. Many people don't really like each other but they try to keep it peaceful as wars are often too expensive and money is first.

Many people may disagree with all that's being said, more like written, in these past paragraphs. But it is the truth, take it as you want. As said before, just go outside, take a walk and take a good look at the people, everyday folks walking around with their families or in couples.

Do you really see happiness? Or do you see people just content, happy enough? Is like asking about freedom, a phenomenon not very different from this one.

So that's how we can come back around and realize we do want to be those people, the one in the advertisements and the movies. We want to be easily happy, we want love that is unconditional and perfect and even better if it comes in the shape of someone we have learned is physically suitable.

We're not the same humankind that came out of caverns and mated only to have offspring. No, now love is a status factor in society, like a very important prize that not everyone gets and certainly not in the same way. This affects specially the people born after the media explosion, the sixties and seventies.

So that's why, we look for that guy with an iPhone, a guy that helps us get where we want and to be who we've been told to be. And if you disagree, you fail. Because the only way to change that reality is by accepting it and then slowly turn it into something else. After all, we made it happen. So we can make it stop.

Lies

We love to believe them. They are comfortable an easy to accept and to live by. We don't really assume them as the truth but they are easy to come by and, let's face it, the truth is sometimes too much for many.

Let's say love. Many people still think they can change others or that love is eternal and forever. But we know what's real: no one changes for real, they only evolve in their ways of being. And love dies, and is reborn once and again. As we are beings of mutation and evolution, love is not bound to us and sometimes breaks during those transformations. It's unavoidable, unless the two people involved have worked for it.

Now, we have to state something else: the obsession of the human race for working and effort. Our humanity tells us that in order to be accepted and even admired, we have to work our bodies off to get somewhere and then, we will have recognition.

But is that really the way things should be? Some people say they work hard all their lives to have a better life but they realize that they never enjoy the life they have worked for. Is that really the life we should have? Or the one we want to have?

What about a life of going after what you want? About discovering your needs and passions? Many think they only can do that when they're young, in school. That's way many young people do drugs, have sex, crazy parties and trips. They think they have to gather memories for the future as their adult lives may not enable them to enjoy the things they like in the future.

That's no way of living, although is a respectable one. Many people worry about money and, unfortunately, they have to. They have no chance of avoiding the responsibility of work, unless they have no real goals.

And that's another problem nowadays: people who have no passions or goals are ostracized, as if working hard made them better than others. The world today has created levels and ranks, making certain people admirable and others, not. Those who work and show their work, are admired, even if their real effort was to look for the right people and doing something slightly better than the rest.

No goals means no ambition and this world runs on ambition. We are made to think we need more and, no surprise, most people work hard to get things that they already have or that they really don't need. In many countries it's more important to buy a TV or a car, rather than assuring a good education or healthcare.

More listings have being created even to classify us, to separate us in groups, in order to divide us even by the way we look: ugly, good looking, fat, skinny,... Or by our perceived behavior: rebellious, slut, intelligent, dumb, empty, sportive,...

And what about creativity? In our world, creativity is only appreciated if it server the general need for more of the same. The most award "creators" are the ones working for advertising companies. It has being proven that most campaigns in that world are rip offs one of the other and of the other. Less than 10% are actually original and even when they are, they serve only the great capital and no the people.

So, when our capacity to create is put aside, scientific thought is also put aside. Many countries prefer to invest their earnings in weaponry and other defense related items. Science is not really appreciated, even in "first world" countries. If the United States invested less in war and more in science, many needed discoveries would have already taken place.

We have been obliged to comply with physical models, for men and women, that are impossible or unlikely. Companies want people to think that they will be much more desirable if they are seen in the gym or doing some kind of exercise. The fact that exercising is good for your health, is almost not important. Looking good is what's important.

Our world is one of lies that we decide to live by. But what if we just said "Fuck it" and started living by our standards? Not everyone has to go at the same pace to get somewhere. If your friend is a successful actress, good for her. But do not try to be like her, try to discover who you are, good and bad, and go from there.

We are told to be fast and not stop because time is money. But time is also life and life, if science is correct, is not done twice by the same entity so we have to live as we want to and not as we are told to.

Let's always remember no to divide ourselves in tiny groups and ranks. That creates discrimination and discrimination leads to hate and hate is no way to live life. Just go as you want and see how much more fun life is if you just do your thing.

Universos

Se han puesto a pensar, alguna vez, en las vidas de los demás? Sean honestos consigo mismos, en verdad lo han hecho? Y no estoy hablando de sus familiares o por breves momentos cuando ven el noticiero y el sentimiento más recurrente es la lástima.

No, yo hablo, por ejemplo, de cuando entran a un gran almacén. Sea una tienda por departamentos o una de esas grandes de utensilios y accesorios para la casa. Nunca han visto a la señora que compra tres o cuatro plantas artificiales porque lo hace y que vida lleva? Yo sí. Imagino que adora las plantas más que a cualquier cosa porque ellas no van a contradecir ni responder. Solo se van a dejar querer y hacer.

Raro pero cierto: todos tenemos nuestras locas patologías y no tenemos que ser psicoanalistas para saberlo. Cada uno de nuestros comportamientos tiene una razón. Lo mismo sucede con ese hombre, el que compra en solitario ropa de cama en una tienda. Yo creería que vive solo, ya que pocos hombres ven esa como una tarea propia, lo cual está claramente mal. Los que lo hacen muchas veces viven solos: se imaginarán dormir por fin con alguien en esas sabanas nuevas? Tal vez cambiar un poco su ambiente para sentirse menos atrapados en su soledad?

Sí, lo sé. no toda la vida es una tragedia. No hay nada más divertido que ver a un niño verdaderamente emocionado en una juguetería al ver el juguete que más le hace feliz, sea cual sea. Nos preocupamos mucho con lo que el niño elija o no pero todo debería estar enfocado en el nivel de felicidad. Si a una niña le hace feliz vestirse de Batman, quienes somos el resto de los humanos para decirle que está mal?

La felicidad, eso sí, siempre es relativo. Muchas veces caminamos por las galerías comerciales y los parques y vemos parejas tomadas de la mano. Este comportamiento no siempre indica un amor profundo, a veces es solo una costumbre adquirida como saludar a alguien de mano o de beso.

He visto parejas en los parques hablando y poniendo atención a lo que dice el uno y el otro. Son una pareja feliz, digo yo. Se entienden y se preocupan por el otro. Muchas veces pueden haber diferencias pero las personas aprenden, como en todo, a derrotar los problemas.

Es preocupante cuando ya ríen demasiado, solo uno de ellos ríe o, pero aún, una de las personas parece el guardaespaldas del otro. Y no, no hablo de esposos con el bolso de la mujer afuera de la tienda de ropa. Hablo de aquellas parejas que todo lo hacen con otros y uno de ellos se vuelve un protagonista secundario en su propia película. Cuando veo parejas así, no es difícil ver el dolor y/o el fastidio del personaje relegado.

Todos también hemos usado, alguna vez, un modo de transporte. Sea el avión, el taxi, el bus o el tren, es apenas humano ver que hacen los demás y sacar conclusiones: somos seres que nos adelantamos a los hechos y a lo dicho. Por mi parte, creo que esta cualidad es una de las mejores del ser humano: allí nace la creación de historias que pueden ser infinitas.

El joven que lleva una patineta y habla por celular: seguro habla con su novia y va en camino a verla. Tomarán un café, se darán besos y luego harán el amor en una de las casas, oportunamente solas, de alguno de los dos.
O ese señor que mira el reloj nerviosamente. Va de camino a una reunión importante y para él lo óptimo es que el tiempo esté de su parte. Tiene todo milimétricamente calculado para poder cerrar un negocio en un tiempo calculado al segundo por él.
Y no falta nunca la mujer mayor. Ella sí sabe de lo que se trata todo esto: mira a los demás pasajeros y, si eres de mucha imaginación y pocos dispositivos electrónicos, seguro cruzaran miradas cómplices cuando estén imaginando las vidas que tienen por delante.

Nuestra capacidad de imaginar es lo que nos hace únicos como raza y nuestra manera de comportarnos ante cada situación es lo que nos define como seres humanos distintos. La igualdad es un concepto puramente jurídico: la realidad es que ningún ser humano es igual a otro y jamás lo será. Cada uno somos un universo, algo pequeño e insignificante en el gran esquema de las cosas, pero único en todo caso.

Por eso algunos comportamientos que vemos en la calle son, muchas veces, incomprehensibles: dos personas tomadas de la mano y todos mirando como si fuera un espectáculo público, una mujer vestida provocadoramente que hace girar más de una cabeza o incluso un niño llorando porque ha perdido algo muy querido.

Lo cierto es que vivimos metidos en nosotros mismo, lo cual es comprensible y apenas obvio. Pero tenemos la capacidad de ser mucho más: de eso se trata la creación que no solo es divina sino muy humana. Quienes no usan esta cualidad lastimosamente quedan encerrados en cuatro paredes mentales y nunca aprenden de la inmensidad de universos que circulan alrededor.

No se trata de que todos seamos creadores todos los días: eso es casi imposible por las amplias limitaciones de nuestros cuerpos y mentes pero es un buen ejercicio diario el imaginar algo, cualquier cosa. Y que mejor que imaginar a partir de aquellos seres con los que compartimos este lugar día a día.

Esa es mi propuesta para todos: hoy, mañana o cuando vean el momento, imaginen la vida de alguien más. Dejen de lado sus atormentadas e importantes vidas y abran su mente al sinfín de posibilidades que nos da este pequeño mundo nuestro.