Disloyalty

I've noticed that the past couple movies I've seen have had the same problem in them: A husband cheating on his wife. And appropriately she always forgives him at the end. I'm not hating on the whole 'forgiving someone for a mistake' but I always think about what would have happened had it been the other way around.. if the wife had cheated on the husband. I doubt that he would meet her in the middle of the brooklyn bridge or decide that they should go to marriage counseling to resolve the issue. I'm pretty sure they would call her the befitting names.. (Bitch, Whore, Slut, etc.) and replace her within the month. For some reason it's more acceptable to society that men make mistakes while women are more virtuous. As if it were more difficult for a women to have an affair (pfft.. please). I am semi-offended at these movies because it makes me feel like they're trying to sell to the masses the 1950's notion that if your husband cheats on you that you should forgive him because its 'just what men do'. And I strongly disagree. It is just as difficult, if not moreso, for a woman to stay comitted to one man then it is for Joe Shmo to convince some girl to 'let him in' after, of course, taking her to dinner and perhaps buying her a couple choice presents. Her choice, that is. I just dont believe that people can 'mistakedly' cheat on someone.. what happens? You fall down naked on top of someone and everytime you try and get up you slip and fall again?.. gimme a break. If you made the vows then you said to god and all your family that you were going to comit to this one person.. own up to your end of the bargain. Period. *cheers*

I dont know why I do this to myself

Little Women

An Affair to Remember

Sence and Sensibility

I guess I'll always be a hopeless romantic.. Damn it!! *cheers*

Plans

Looking at my life now I can safely say that it is nothing like I had planned it to be when I was a preteen let alone a teenager. I expected to be miles away from where I stand now in every department of my life. What happens to plans when they don't work out? Are they given to the next person in line or do they just become a different set of plans that fit your new situation? I am choosing to believe that your plans eventually get filled when you are ready to fill them. But what about when you're ready but are otherwise unable to fulfill your previously planned plans??.. I don't know, I guess you do what everyone does.. shrug and just get through today. I started thinking about plans today.. obviously, and how different my life would be if my plans would have remained undisturbed. Where I would live, who I would be, and what being that person would have costed me. Sometimes when things don't go as planned we start to resent our current lives and everything associated with them. I have learned enough in my short years to know that there are certain things that you can never take for granted and that the grass isn't always greener on the other side of the fence. But there is always going to be that shadow of doubt isn't there??.. that faint voice in the back of your head questioning whether you should have made a different choice. I rarely second guess myself but when I do it eats me up for ages. I do that whole 'pros' and 'cons' list in my head and think things through logically, emotionally, and every other 'lly' that I can think of. Eventually I over analyze the thing so much that I forget what it was I was arguing with myself about in the first place. But hey, that's me. I am starting to think that nobody really ends up where they had planned to be in the beginning, but that is a part of the journey of life isn't it? I guess I'll find out sooner or later. *cheers*

It's always High School

Today I was watching a movie and was intrigued by a line shouted at the top of her lungs by one of the main characters while in the middle of a heated argument with her husband: "It's always High School!!". The context isn't as relevant as the statement itself in my opinion. Is it always High School?? In certain scenarios its easy to make the comparison; At work for example. There is always the 'super tight' group who hangs out outside work and are always involved in inside jokes and other privileged activities (The Popular Group), the busy workers who keep to themselves, mostly not by choice, but know all the answers (The Geeks), the elderly lady who always tries to help the other co-workers out (Counselor), and of course the owner or president of the company who no one wants to mess up in front of (The Principle). But what about in life outside the office? Do the same parameters apply in our home and social lives as well? Sure in our usual group of friends there are different unassigned roles for everyone (the hyper one, the pessimist, the creative one, etc.) but I hardly associate that to High School. And true, there are people out there who even well into their late twenties act like they're in that state of mind but to me that is a maturity issue. I suppose what the comment got me thinking about was how far the events in 'High School' stretched into our adult life and how long we hold onto these adolescent ways of thinking. I left High School behind the day of graduation.. not that I abided by the whole teen politic thing while I was attending school anyway. But for other people I suppose its hard to break away from the whole thing. In the movie the couple was well into their thirties and were arguing about a hole in their marriage that needed to be filled.. though it's not specified at that point with what. I wonder if real married couples refer to High School in the middle of arguments or if this is some kind of exaggerated movie thing. I would hate to be married to someone who was still acting like an 18 year old idiot when they're 35. I have to admit that when I run into ex peers of mine and they gossip to me like they did when we saw each other at our lockers in between Math and English Class in tenth grade I pity them. I instinctively assume that they've not moved on since then and must therefore have not had a fulfilling past ten years... all within five minutes. Maybe I'm just overly judgmental within those ever so important first five minutes of a conversation. I mean, if you haven't seen someone in ten years then you surely should have tons to catch up on, right? Either way if I haven't seen you in ten years.. I probably didn't mean to. To get back on the subject here I would have to close my thoughts by saying that while 'High School' does not follow us the rest of our lives some of the baggage can cause us to be more cynical, untrusting, and perhaps a little judgmental. But on the other side of the coin some of our past experiences can make us more confident, loyal, and unafraid. It really depends on the type of person you are and what kind of person you want to be.. if you brush the bad stuff off and use the good stuff to your benefit then you're gonna be just fine but if you just hold onto that bad stuff and let it fester inside then you're eventually going to explode all over the place. Granted it's easier to hold on then to brush stuff off but do you really want to be that person on the other end of the conversation who is EXACTLY the same as they were ten years ago?? I don't think so. *cheers*

Nancy Drew to the Rescue

Well last night was a jarring reminder why my family cannot be in the same place for a prolonged period of time. I'm not talking about my immediate family.. we are always together, I'm talking about either side of my parents relatives (Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents, Cousins, etc.). Anyhoo yesterday was my brothers birthday and the only thing he wanted to do was to have a BBQ at the house with the family and a couple of is friends (cute huh?). I knew things were headed south at approximately 11:30 a.m. when my father phoned that he was going to pick my grandmother (his mom) up and bring her over already. My mother and I looked at each other puzzled and enraged. Not that my grandmother is a horrible person who is unbearable.. but she just kinda needs attention ALL the time. And, since we had so much to do before the festivities that night we didn't need that extra chore of pretending we were listening to her oh so fascinating stories about the Beauty Salon or the Doctors Visits. But, we bit the bullet and finished cleaning the house with her chit chattering into our ears the whole time. Flash forward a few hours.. Burgers are on the grill, there is a spread on the table, and the cake is set up in the living room. Things appear to be going well and we all enjoy our yummy BBQ.. but this my friends was just the calm before the storm. At about 8.30 p.m. my Aunt, Grandmother (mom side) and Grandmothers Sister (dunno what to call her lol) leave the getty. Ten minutes later the phone rings and a crime is reported, someone has stolen some cash from both my Grandmother and Aunts purses... but who? Upon receiving the information I decided to take on the case head-on, the problem was that no one was feeling especially cooperative.. and by 'no one' I mean the parents. Plan B soon took the lead...After leaking the information to a few choice people I began to observe the body language and 'words' that people were choosing.. I began systematically pointing the finger at different people to see what kind of reaction I got. I had my main suspect within the first fifteen minutes, but darn, no proof. Several solutions were suggested but my parents felt it was an invasion and an insult to make everyone a part of the 'find the thief' assembly line. I myself saw it in a different light.. I thought people would be delighted to prove their innocence to everyone else.. like I would have.. but alas all our ideas were shot down. I decided to divulge my main suspect at this time.. hoping that my reasoning and observances would force their suspect to confess.. but no bite. I did, however, bring several points to the table and got the masses talking. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until the unforeseeable happened.. my other Grandmother (who was literally sitting beside her purse the entire time she was at my house) and my other Aunt (who also didn't leave her purse alone) announced that money was missing from their purses also. Well when I heard this I decided to throw the case away.. this was turning into some kind of 'I need attention so I'll say what the other Grandmother and Aunt said an hour ago' thing.. and I was certainly not going to be a part of it. I washed my hands of the entire ordeal and decided instead to have a nice cup of coffee with my friends in the kitchen and chat about other assorted topics. The only thing I can say about my family is that we should not be together for very long. *cheers*

The Break-Up

We've all been there, that time when you look at the other person and think 'man, I'd rather go get a cleaning then have the same old boring conversation with you again'. Yea, I'm kinda there now but its not a romantic thing.. sadly its with a friend of mine. It's always harder breaking up with a friend then a guy for me, partly because I always hold my friends close and partly because I don't really take guys too seriously yet. Anyway it's just gotten to a point with this person that I am tired of dealing with their lack of consideration toward anyone and everyone around them. For a couple years I played the 'benefit of the doubt' card with this person while everyone else rolled their eyes at me but I reached my official point of no return last weekend. It was just a gigantic mess of an evening from the very beginning to the 'put me out of my misery' end. A gigantic mess, I may add, that would have never happened had I listened to my inner voice and not taken this person up on an invitation, damn me for not following my instincts. Anyway, after that abortion of a night was over I needed time to decompress and I silenced all of the calls I received the next day so I could think about what to do. The thing is, it was one of the more obvious decisions I've had to make in a while, you shouldn't have to 'tolerate' your friends. I have been making excuses for this persons behavior for years now and frankly I think that enough chances have been given for he/she to make amense.. instead I get 'I'm sorry' phone calls every time we hang out together; "I'm sorry's" by the way, that don't mean anything anymore. Anyway, after venting about this with another friend I felt like I had finally had enough of this person and there was no reason for me to continue tip-toeing around the facts anymore. I exchanged a few words with the said person, let him/her know how I was feeling and left things like that.. honestly. It felt more like a business call then anything else.. I could probably record my end of the conversation and put it online to sell to people who want to fire employees, break up with their girlfriends, etc. Afterwards I felt relieved.. Like a load had been lifted from my shoulders. I did feel about .0005% sorry for this person because I feel like I'm the only one who really 'got them' but I'm more important to me then they are. And I didn't deserve allot of the B.S. I had to choke down from this lamer. So here is to not putting up with shit you don't have to!! *cheers*

Greetings Everyone

Hello all you lovely (or not so lovely) people out there you can call me 'V'. Not trying to be cool or anything I just didn't feel like writing out my whole name.. or last name as that's where the 'v' comes from. I live in Miami, as you can tell from 'About Me' and I absolutely love it here. The sun, the beaches (no matter how rarely I may go), the parties and clubs.. there is barely anything I can say that I dislike about this place. But I'm not here to talk about Miami or convince anyone to move here.. I just seem to have allot to say about allot of things and nowhere to put it.. at least not all on my own. So I guess the fair thing to do is to let you all know a little about myself before I go shoving my opinions in your faces so here I go: I'm in my mid-twenties, I am Hispanic (parents are Cuban), I am an on again off again college student, I would love to work as a writer someday, and I am a bit of a neat freak. Whew.. now that the boring stuff is over I'll get started on my very first (real) post.. looking forward to it.