The Problem.

You see, "the problem" is not the problem; "the problem" is your attitude towards the problem.

When you find someone that has a different opinion than yours about anything, and the thing cannot be settled via an objective source, people can agree to disagree. And even is there is an objective way, you can also agree to disagree. Lemme give you an example to better explain myself.

My bro and I are both football fans, that kind of guys that will even cry if their team wins or loses an important match; the only thing is, he's an England fan, I'm a Germany fan. If you ask us which team is better, we are not going to agree on that, because the answer it's going to be based on what we love... He's gonna say that The Three Lions roar harder and I'll say that The Nationalmannschaft is better in every way; so we would need an objective way to settle this. Germany has 4 World Cups and 3 Euro Cups while England only has 1 World Cup... Germany is better, right? Well my bro will say no... AND IT'S OK! We can agree to disagree, like grown ups.

"The problems" rises when the whole agreeing to disagree thing falls apart.

And how does it fall apart? When one of the parties involved fails to acknowledge the right that the other party has to disagree. That creates a problem and the "offended" party then won't let go. They can't! For that party, the other guy is wrong! IS as simple as that, but that simplicity prevents them from seeing a simple truth....They can disagree and go on about with their lives.

Then "the problem" gets bigger.

Because if people can't agree to disagree they will begin to give the matter too much importance. Every little detail will become an offense. Every little thing will be judged, oh so harshly. Every joke would be like an insult.

Has this happened to me?

Of course, why do you think I'm writing about it? I like to live my life in the most relaxed way possible. Why complicate myself with shit when I know that A.- Life is hard, B.-Life is harder on my country and C.- Nothing good ever came from living so stressed that you then can't see the forest for the trees. And that IS "the problem"; people that are intense like that, complicated like that, can't let go like that... They, well... they bore me... They annoy me eventually. Because why take a stupid FB comment and turn it into what it's not? Why take something someone says or do and judge that with self righteous fury without even question why that person said or did that? It's bothersome man, childish even, it's stupid... universally stupid.

What should you do about it?

Beats me. I don't know and this is not about me trying to tell you what to do. Who do you think I am, one of those Cyber-Nietzsche motherfuckers? I just wanna leave this here for future references, so that I can say that you KNOW all of the above and all of the following shit: A.- I do not like to be judged, B.- I do not like people being intense and fucking up my cool, C.- I will always agree to disagree (otherwise I would fuck up my cool), and D.- As of right now: Monday, November the 2nd 2015, 5:19pm local time, my coffee mug is empty and I need a refill.

A Long Time Ago...

... In a blog not that far away... I was a hater.

You know, it's not that it bothers me, but I have had a couple of people said to me "I like it that you are so full of hate when you write, it makes it fun to read!" and, hey cool! I mean, I want you to have fun while you're here, really.... But I am not full of hate, actually... Those that have talked to me WHILE ranting know what hate is. What you get here is a toned down version of that, because... come on... this is the internet after all. True, in the internet nobody knows your a dog, but I do not want to be offensive either. So, really, I tone it down. I used to be more forward when it came to writing in my old blog, and I wanna give you a taste of it... this is a post from back when I first had a stalker.


This Pisses me Off, Part IV
No blondie, this one isn't about you; although it is about a girl.

There is this wacko at school that I met, idk, like 2 years ago or so... the fact is that she dug around so she could meet me; fine, lots of people do that, not only out-of-their-mind girls. Every time we spoke I realized more and more that this girl had issues, and since I grew fond of her I tried to help out as much as I could... and that's when all turn wrong. She had never tasted alcohol, and when she began drinking... she was unable to stop... so what do you get when you cross a drunk girl with issues with a cellphone with "habla pegao'"? You don't know? I'll tell you: A FUCKING CALL AT 3 AM IN THE MORNING FROM THE DRUNK GIRL WITH ISSUES!! Yeah, that's what you get... but since she is so nice it's not like she called just once to check in... no no, SHE CALLED EVERY TIME SHE GOT DRUNK!! And, just for the fun of it, how often do you think she got drunk? EVERY FUCKING WEEKEND!! And she kept calling no matter what!

But I don't care, I'm fine, I'm cooooooool baby... Until the day that Olgi answered my cell phone and told her to stop calling; she got pissed and on the next day she starts fighting and yelling and all because "I shouldn't have let Ogli pick up my phone"... that did it, there, in that exact moment, I lost my cool... And now she knows where she can shove her cellphone.

Guess what? Now she is left alone, everyone got tired of her. I pity her, but I can't do shit; why? 
1.- Because of principles 
2.- There is nothing that I've not already tried, this girl just isn't logical.
And on top of that, yesterday at 2:30am or so she called me, drunk I assume, but I didn't have a good reception and the call was lost.

Why do I trouble myself telling you this children? So you learn from me... when you realize that someone you know is a wacko, tell Olgi to pick up your phone.... now I'm off, I can't leave you lyrics because I have a wireless mouse and it just ran out of battery.... so... see ya!... or something like it.

Now, I want you to know that was not edited in any way, save for a couple of typos I corrected; but I didn't even bothered with making it clear that Olgi is a friend of mine. And, hey, that was not me at my best (or my worst), actually I used that blog to deal with my anger issues... But like I said, I do not want to be offensive. Not anymore I mean.

Join me next time! Maybe I can tell you about the second time I had a wacko on my tail.
What say you?

The "Your My Day".... Or "Why I Don't Celebrate My Birthday"

When I was graduating from Law School I had 2 options: 1.- Getting my diploma at the offices of my University, or 2.- Going with the whole act, take the pictures, get in the podium, wear the toga... the whole nine yards. Option number 1 was cheaper and taking into consideration that I didn't want "the whole nine yards" I spoke to my dad, since he was paying for the whole thing, and told him about the thing. What did he said?

You're going with option 2. It's your graduation, it's important to you, you're having the whole nine yards.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't imposed that on me, it was more like he was trying to convince me that option 2 was actually what I wanted. Problem is... I was sure what I wanted... So I told him "Ok, you want the whole nine yards? Let's go with that, but let it be know that I am doing this for you, not for me. I don't want this, I want option 1... You don't. He looked at me funny for a second, but we agreed on that. The day came, I had "my" whole nine yards and after 6 or 5 years, I've never looked at those pictures/videos.

Same thing is with my birthdays.

I have never seen the point in celebrating my Birthday, I guess I see it a different way than you do. When I was a kid I saw it as one step closer to dying, which isn't necessarily a bad thing! I mean, dying is as much a part of living as puberty after all, but as I grew it hit me that a celebration is about having achieved something... And the only thing I have achieved on my birthday is... well... having grown enough for my mom's body to think is not wise to keep me in... or something. So I decided a long time ago that I have nothing to celebrate; I don't see it as an awesome day, I don't see it's importance, to me it's just another day.

Enter my family.

Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of cousins that are about the same age as I am and they are not to blame, I don't mind getting together and have a few laugh over a couple of beers, even though we do not have to wait for one another's Birthday to do that. The problem is my mom and dad and uncles and aunties and; you know, "old" people. I don't like to celebrate my birthday, but they do. So if they wanna sing Happy Birthday but I don't, I have to put up with it; if they wanna have a party but I just wanna go to bed because I have work to do the next day, I have to put up with it; if they wanna play music I DON'T like because the music that I DO like is not to THEIR liking, I have to put up with it; if they want me to behave in a certain way I do not want to, I have to put up with it; and worst of all... if I say I DON'T want to do what THEY want to do, I'm just being rude somehow. After a while, I started to dislike my birthdays. Why? Because It's not about me... It's about them. They like to make MY Birthday into something THEY can enjoy! And when they ask "what do you wanna do for your Birthday?" and I answer something different from what they are expecting they call me rude, inconsiderate, the Anti-Christ and a lot of other negative things.

I'm not making this up. It happened. Once I was really entertained playing Pro Evolution Soccer with a friend and my dad insisted strongly and repeatedly on me coming down so that they can sing Happy Birthday. So when I finally paused the game, told my friend to hold on a sec and went downstairs to meet my dad he asked me why must I be that way, why must I make them wait for me. I answer truthfully and honestly, "I don't wanna sing Happy Birthday", and then he asked why must I be like that? So rude, so inconsiderate with everyone's feelings. You might say "He's right, you know? You should think about what your family wants"... Well "What about what I want?!" says I. Fortunately I have my friends and cousins. People that say "Hey, you doing something for your birthday, man?" and people that's ok with me saying "Well, nothing really, you know me. But I'll be home if you wanna drop by" so they can answer "Cool, I'll meet you later then. Want a beer or something?" And I really hope this do not discourage them from keep asking that question in years to come.

See the difference between "Are you doing something later?" and "Come and do all these things we want you to do" .... because to me it's pretty clear, and like I said before, I want option 1, it's my family who wants option number 2.

The Joker Said It

You know what?
I have a brother. He's 2 years younger than me. So that means that my mom and dad have had to have sex at least 2 times, and I am fine with that knowledge on my mind. But that's also all I wanna know. Growing up I would reject any girl related advice from my father because I figured "If he's gonna tell me to do something, that means that it worked for him and he might have pulled that on my mom", so I avoided even talking to him about that. I figure they had sex more than twice... but I don't need to know, I don't want to know.

Same thing happens with people talking behind people's back.

I know people do that... Family, friends, acquaintances, that one girl I hooked up with at a party that one time.... Every one. I don't blame them, it's not that they are doing something bad or anything. I mean, perhaps you meet a person, have an argument with that person and you wanna talk about it? You go to a friend, right? And that is ok. But there are things that should not be discussed. Take me for example; I am very private about the girls that I go out with, in fact not even my friends know I'm going out with someone until I choose to maybe bring her some place, or rather bring my friends to a place where she'll happen to be... I keep girls and friends separate. Call me crazy.

So you should be careful what you say and to whom you're saying what, because you might end up pissing someone you don't wanna piss, even if you're just trying to help someone you could end up crossing a line you don't want to cross. Now that being said, I hate Batman. But "Batman: The Dark Knight" was a wonderful movie. And the best part of that movie is the fact that The Joker was right about fucking everything. Madness IS like gravity, all it takes is a little push.

You might say "Dude, those ships never blew up". You're right, they didn't. But look at it this way and then answer my question: they never blew the other guys up, The Joker then blows up everyone, AND my question is.... if placed in the same situation again, would they still pass on the blowing up thing? You can push people only so far before they turn crazy... Look at Dent! Gotham's very own White Knight turned to Harvey Two Face, and what did it take? They killed Rachel. All someone's gotta do to turn you into Two Face is find out what it is that makes you go ballistic. But out of everything The Clown said, one thing stands out amongst the rest...

"It's not about the money, it's about sending a message: everything burns!"

So why am I telling you this? How come The Joker fits here? Easy... I once watched a movie that said "Derek says it's always good to end a paper with a quote. He says someone else has already said it best. So if you can't top it, steal from them and go out strong." So I kind of wanted to do something like that because, hey, I could have gone and write something like that Feminazi post that surprisingly got more hits than any 2 other post here (I actually regret posting that) and get a lot of visits and comments and shit... But hey.....

It's not about the visits and comments, IT'S ABOUT SENDING A MESSAGE: Watch your mouths.