Month: September 2017

I am constantly doubting myself when speaking on politics (as you read) and especially when it comes to racial issues.  There’s so many other people that scream out their uneducated opinion with no regard to other people’s opinions, so I’m really not sure what’s stopping me.  There is no doubt that there is an imbalance in the justice system.  But I just can’t help but to think that all the patterns that you choose to see, are the patterns that you contribute to.  Stereotypes are ugly, but they exist, and they became real because they apply to certain circumstances.

I made the mistake of voicing my opinion on twitter earlier, and now I’m fired up again.  Being a mostly Spanish girl, who has pale skin in the winter, there are stereotypes that I face (they’re mostly pretty dumb, but it’s all I got):

“Women are terrible drivers” (could you imagine if I was also Asian??)  Women being awful drivers could be a fact- I don’t care enough to do the research.  Yeah, I think this stereotype is dumb, but guess what- so are a lot of women.  We’re not talking about men right now.  Personally, I practice safe driving at a legal speed, with the proper documentation (license/registration/evidence of insurance), and I maintain a safe following distance.  What are my other options?  Get a ticket?  Run amok on the freeway? (Hopefully BLM isn’t standing in oncoming traffic that day), and act like a threat to society? No fucking thank you.  Not the life I want for myself. 

Something that just came to mind actually is female rights as a whole- duh.  Why didn’t I think of this before?  Women aren’t supposed to make as much money as men, and we’re actually supposed to be stay at home moms.  Women don’t need to go to college, or vote, or play sports, or be politicians.  Women are supposed to be quiet, and submissive, and in the kitchen.

Well guess what: I work a full time job.  I make almost the same amount per hour as my boyfriend, who works as a Foreman in construction.  Why?  Because I work a job where I know my worth, and continually ask my male boss for raises.  What does he say about my requested pay raise?  “You’re right!”  Would I like to be a stay at home mom?  When I have kids- yes.  Do I want kids- fuck no.  Did I go to college- I tried.  I’ve played multiple sports.  I’ve never voted- which is a topic that would take a completely different blog entry.  Am I quiet or submissive- I’ll let you answer that. Do I cook a mean brunch and a delicious dinner?  Fuck yeah I do- but so does my tall handsome man.

What I’m trying to say is that you won’t get what you want by disrespecting your country, or standing on the freeway during rush hour, or posting about inequality on Facebook.  You’ll achieve things by ACTING on things.  BE the change you want to see.  Don’t think that your entire race is being treated fairly by law enforcement?  Join the police academy.  Be a Sheriff for your County.  Study Criminal Justice- Be a Judge in the justice system.  DO SOMETHING other than what you’re doing currently, because according to your riots and cries on social media, ITS NOT WORKING.  Until you’re ready to personally contribute to the change you want to see- shut the fuck up.

End rant, I’m cracking another beer.

Straight up now tell me do you really wanna love me forever, oh oh oh

I’ve been mulling over a time that I was dishonest.  I’m marinating in my regret and wishing I could change the past.  Maybe I would have achieved the greatest thing I would ever achieve.  Maybe I would have been great.   Maybe I would have been successful.  Or maybe I would have hated it, and myself, and the dream I tried to make my own.   I’m trying to remind myself that everything happens for a reason, and that it was just a tough lesson.

IT IS WHAT IT IS

I used to be a little blurry on what that meant.  It wasn’t until I was wallowing on the side of “what if” to understand what it meant.

Anyways, the answer is to say it straight up.
Sugarcoating only adds insult to injury.

There are just some people that bring out the best in you. People that inspire you to be the person that you want to be.  People that celebrate everything that makes your existence.  People that encourage you to be true to yourself, and explore every part of yourself. 

Then there are some people that exhaust you to no end.  There are other people who make you feel like you’re not even in the room.  There are other people you’ve made a complete fool of yourself in front, of but they hug you and tell they love you anyway.  Then there are people you’ve made a complete fool of yourself in front of, and it was the last time you’ve ever seen them. 

I’ve had a few friends ask me recently why my blog is so dry?  I have no real reason except this might be writer’s block 🤔😅😭 (and also this garden ain’t gonna water itself)