If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

Something I've been having a lot of trouble with lately is feeling unwanted and misunderstood by people who don't appreciate my tendency to be politically incorrect and/or inappropriate for the sake of comic relief.

I've come to realize that my closest friends are my closest friends precisely because they EMBRACE my tendencies to be those things and they appreciate the humor. Not only that, but they understand that being politically correct and appropriate does not change the realities of the world. I simply say that which is true, and I guess some people can't handle the truth

Coming into contact with people who just don't understand or appreciate my humor and who consider it something that makes me, in some way, unacceptable to them, is disheartening, especially when I don't consider those people in any position to judge me.

I suggest you grow up. Infancy was short lived and ended decades ago. There is no excuse for it anymore. Your self righteousness and intolerance make me sick.

King of Anything

‎"Who cares if you disagree? You are not me, who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be? Who died and made you king of anything? You sound so innocent, all full of good intent, swear you know best, but you expect me to jump up on board with you and ride off into your delusional sunset. I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction, but you’ll never see."
-Sara Bareilles

Don't make an example out of me.

"Us", Regina Spektor

They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun

They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor's marble sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves

And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

Pablo Neruda

Soneto XVII

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

The Dunning-Kruger Effect

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunning%E2%80%93Kruger_effect

No digo adios, digo hasta luego...

So I’ve been terrible about updating my blog, but that’s only because I was having too much fun! But so it is, that my first post was written from the United States, as will be my last.

All in all, Sevilla was like a dream. I know people like to get all sentimental about their experiences, but for real people, it was. I don’t think I could have asked for more from the trip. I just felt like I really got a feel for what the culture was about, something I couldn’t real say in all honesty after my last time there. I learned to appreciate or at least to tolerate the differences in between my own culture and that of Sevilla. More than that though, my Spanish is better than it has ever been in my life (C1, Avanzado, for those of you who are curious, with C2 being considering fluency ☺), and taking classes at CLIC introduced me to people from all of the world. And I can say proudly that I now count several Brits, two Danes, one Swede and one German among friends that I will surely stay in touch with, not to mention a few new Americans. As a result, not only have I learned a lot about Spain, but I’ve learned a lot about quite a few other countries as well.

I went to Spain because I was feeling lost and unfulfilled, and though it remains to be seen whether or not I’ll be able to hold on to what the experience taught me, I have come back from this renewed, and that’s refreshing. The pulse of Spain…of Europe…beats in my veins, and will hopefully continue to beat.

So I say “goodbye for now”, with the hope that I will return soon to the colorful, tranquil, yet energetic place that I called home for 3 months. Until we meet again…

Life is not fair.

Allow me to complain for a hot minute. I resent what I have come to know as being the truth; that you CAN have it all, but you can't have it all at ONCE.