Flowing Tanta información fluyendo más rápido que nuestras mentes tratando de analizarla* Este post es una tarea que me tomé prestada de una clase a la cual no pertenezco; el tema del artículo de opinión a escribir: LAS PERSONAS PRESTAN CADA VEZ MENOS ATENCIÓN A LOS ADULTOS, RECLAMANDO ADEMAS MÁS LIBERTAD. Hace un par de días lei en un libro que cada día la habilidad de prestar atención estaba más saturada y sobrecargada. Siendo yo una docente preescolar, entiendo la magnitud de tal acierto y no puedo estar en desacuerdo. Hay una exageración de información circulando en el mundo y desde personas poco conectadas hasta en full sintonía con la sociedad, es demasiado para lidiar.
Muchas personas están en la constante necesidad de avanzar y adquirir más y más conocimiento, como si su aprendizaje se basara en ese puro almacenamiento del mismo. Por lo que he investigado e interpretado los últimos meses, puedo asegurar que este factor esta sobrecargando las mentes de las personas; las cuales no se dan un momento para aprender a clasificar información necesario e innecesaria. Todo viene de la facilidad y el alcance que se tiene de la información en la actualidad, internet esta por todos lados y Todo esta en la internet. Esa sensación de poder que experimentamos nos hace sentir libres en el sentido de que no necesitamos prácticamente ir hacia los que mas saben en busca de respuestas. Anteriormente, y aún hoy en día en algunos casos, son los adultos quienes poseen la mayor cantidad de conocimientos, porque son quienes más han vivido y sus experiencias los han convertido en personas del saber. Pero desde mi perspectiva, los jóvenes hoy en día ya no ven como verídica esa fuente de información por dos importantes y entrelazadas razones: 1. La información no tiene costo y es libre, y podemos obtenerla de cualquier sitio sin necesidad de esperar que alguien nos responda de la forma en la que esperamos escuchar nuestras respuestas. 2. La sensación de independencia tan necesaria y vital para toda persona, se incrementa al ver que somos capaces de crear conocimiento sin ayuda de otros que saben y conocen más que nosotros. Los puntos de vista y opiniones propias de un ser humano, generan una gran influencia en los conocimientos que manejamos y hacemos fluir hacia otras personas. Depende mucho de la validez de los conocimientos que obtengamos, cual confiabilidad generaría esa fuente de información… Y muchos sabemos que aún cuando los adultos tienen miles de opiniones a través de las cuales justifican muchos de sus conocimientos, la internet y su infinita libertad de información no posee una perspectiva tan subjetiva. Este último punto genera un interesante hecho: somos tan independientes con nuestras propias formas de conocer y conseguir información que, de cierta forma, se incrementan las ganas de compartir eso que creamos, por lo que nuestras ideas empapadas de subjetividad o falsa objetividad serán bases informativas de otras personas que busquen información a través de la misma herramienta (internet)… Logrando así que las personas hagan circular su información llena de propias perspectivas, incluyendo perspectivas de aquellas personas mayores a las cuales ya no les preguntamos porque es más fácil buscarlo online. Foundations It is for sure that girls come from a different universe, there's no other way to explain what goes around and about them. They express, fight, scream, think and say... True or false ideals of an image to fill within their real expectations... just because boys are suppose to be less deep than girl. But how good it feels to have a clear and relaxed mind instead of analyzing that much. A power beyond their own control for the very heavy job of justifying a gender and what it carries. They push and wonder, do their best to be pretty and smile to everyone. From very simple and sometimes stupid to way too intense and deep to be understood, girls that make an infinite effort to prove something that they might miss along the way... Special gestures, how good they smell, the power behind a decision, and the control over kisses and experiences... but also the stress of living beyond any expectation. Girls breaking patterns that they don't even understand sometimes. So much talent behind strategies to live each minute as if is the last one... is it worth it? Complicating so many things, saying more than what they should, making mistakes and justifying themselves just because girls know better... I get them, I feel them, I wish things were not that hard to figure out, and I wish that us girls, didn't need to prove ourselves this much. Boys are right sometimes.. but they also find that gold within girls... Girls and their foundations. Lyrics by Kate Nash so it's date night, every thing's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring, you're thinking of something to say. You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends. Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like "yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?" Then you'll call me a bitch and everyone we're with will be embarrassed, and I wont give a shit. My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation, and I know that I should let go, but I can't. And every time we fight I know it's not right, every time that you're upset and I smile. I know I should forget, but I can't. You said I must eat so many lemons 'cause i am so bitter. I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter." Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive, and I must admit that I was a bit scared, but it gives me thrills to wind you up. My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation, and I know that I should let go, but I can't. And every time we fight I know it's not right, every time that you're upset and I smile I know I should forget, but I can't. Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise. Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick. You've gone and got sick on my trainers, I only got these yesterday. Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this. Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin', and I purposely wont turn the heating on and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one. My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation, and I know that I should let go, but I can't. And every time we fight I know it's not right, every time that you're upset and I smile. I know I should forget, but I can't. And every time we fight I know it's not right, every time that you're upset and I smile. I know I should forget, but I can't. Ms. Prym I don't really like to talk about movies, unless it really meant something to me.. The lion king for example, but with regular movies I don’t feel like I’d have an accurate repertory of knowledge to criticize, I would let my special friend Animetronic do that, he’s great at it.Even so, tonight I'll make some kind of exception, 'cause this movie reminded me of a thought that got stocked in my head a couple years ago after reading a very interesting yet simple book, which was the following (the thought, not the book): people are mainly bad and then learn into becoming good (does that make any sense?) About the book, it was a story about a man that went to a small town for an experiment; he wanted to prove that people are evil, just because something terrible happened to him. After I read it the idea stayed in my mind because it made some kind of sense to me, as I grew into the analytic person I am today, and keep on expanding my analytic characteristic… I could see that essence of evil in people’s actions. It really fascinates me how much someone could be driven by dishonest motives, and how is that people can have a sick feeling of excitement towards bad things. I’ve heard it: it is easier to take the simple yet wrong path instead of working hard to obtain the same result but without doing any harm… We are all selfish, but we do our best not to hurt others. But that’s us… maybe a group that read this blog, or people that know me, others that through people I know will get to this post… But what about real evil? Tonight’s movie was about a bad guy who, I thought, had a real and big motivation to do what he did… it was a pretty impressive plan, and a pretty interesting man... But someone who I thought (as a bad person he was…?) had a bigger story behind his actions; what he showed the audience was the idea of that, but as we saw in the movie… he didn’t really wanted something more than money… and, as I see it, that really made the movie go from amazing to mediocre. Closer was another movie that got me thinking about people's weird way to act, but how true we could all be towards our feelings and actions to lead ourselves into the future... But that would be another post based on love and choices. About the book that I read before… the essence of evilness in the people from that small town was true, pure, selfish, real and honest… almost to the point of admiration. …Just some crazy thoughts when I can’t sleep, and some lyrics of a song that came back to my ipod. P.S.: The title has nothing to do with the post, just the fact that in the book, the only and pure good individual had that name. Lyrics by Aimee Mann There is nothing that competes with habit And I know its neither deep nor tragic Its simply that you have to have it So you can make a killing Oh you can make a killing Oh you can make a killing I wish I was both young and stupid Then I too could have the fun that you did Till it was time to pony up what you bid So you could make a killing Oh you could make a killing Oh you could make a killing I could follow you and search the rubble Or stay right here and save myself some trouble Or try to keep myself from seeing double Or I could make a killing Or I could make a killing Oh I could make a killing Yeah I could make a killing I could make a killing Infatuation Junkie In general, our actions are guided by our needs and things we want to accomplish… there’s always a goal to reach. Those actions are the only thing we own and no one can take them away from us, we are free to act as we feel like to and also to deal with the repercussions created either good or bad. Taking in consideration the fact that we, as adults, do our best to base those actions on good things that will not harm us; it seems necessary to clarify that sometimes we don’t really choose what’s best for us, and we know it.I’ve talked about it before, our selective mind work on its own sometimes, and it’s up to us what actions we will assume to control it… Simple: Do I kiss him or not? For me, I could be honest and say that I know exactly what I’m doing, but then I might realize that I was actually lying to myself. Very common and very useful… but when it comes to people my actions turn very real and I got to a point (today, this point) where I won’t justify my actions anymore but instead I will make the commitment to do my best to control them. There’s the bad side of these particular situations of mine… I’m constantly having crushes with boys, almost all the time, regular boys, simple and unique boys, even boys that I’m sure don’t really match with me. But I get crushed and I pursue them. Infatuations come and go, and the time that the infatuations stay within me, depends on how much I gain from them... As soon as I get some information and/or respond from them, the infatuation will go away. It’s right when I figure them out. I can’t help it, I can’t stop, and I can’t control it… I adore/hate having infatuations and get some kind of energy from the boys who I get the infatuation with… I used to hide them, and feel bad about them, ‘cause our society has giving us girls a number, a quantity (aprox) of how many boys we should date or hang out with… Around 5 is fine, less than 10 is ok more than 10 is not allowed! God forbid me to feel guilty about my actions, but also to hurt myself during the process. I do think infatuations are needed, and both boys and girls can freely have them and enjoy them, and any harm they might cause should be granted to how big the expectations are from both individuals in the infatuated couple (which is so wrong). This is why I always get mistaken when I “act on” my infatuations… Sometimes I hurt people. Will I stop? No (and I wish…) Do I like to have constant infatuations? Yes (and I wish I didn’t…) Do I have the power to change it? Yep Will it sink me eventually? Sure.. Did I make a point for some in writing all this? I hope so In the photo: Waleska S. Lyrics by Imogen Heap Inside out, upside-down twisting beside myself, Stop that now, cos you and I were never meant to be I think you better leave; it's not safe in here, I feel a weakness coming on. Alright then (Alright then) I could keep your number for a rainy day, That's where this ends, no mistakes no misbehaving, Oh, I was doing so well, can we just be friends, I feel a weakness coming on. It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all, I don't want to feel like this, Yeah, No it's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all, I don't want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault. Inside out, upside-down twisting beside myself, Stop that now; you're as close as it gets without touching me, Oh no, don't make it harder than it already is, Mmm, I feel a weakness coming on. Big trouble losing control, Primary resistance at a critical low, On the double gotta get a hold, Point of no return one second to go, No response on any level, red alert this vessels under siege, Total overload, systems down, they've got control, There's no way out, we are surrounded, Give in, give in and relish every minute of it Freeze, awake here forever, I feel a weakness coming on. Vispera Birthday People Laughter Hopes Surprises Expectations Missed calls Txt msg Wishes Colors Presents Music Hugs Tears Family Chocolate Fire Sweetness Stories Paper Energy Boxes Attitude Feeling of loss 12:00 am
Staring Window Desde los mas vacíos e irónicos, hasta los más profundos de esos que hacen doler la vista.. Pensamientos random que se vienen cuando nos vemos obligados a concentrarnos en algo más. Mirar a través de una ventana no es algo rutinario ni vital, se asocia a acciones secundarias que marcan algún momento en nuestro tiempo. Piensas en el antojo de algún postre y cuales son los medios para conseguirlo.. Piensas en aquella amiga que se fue sin tu despedirte, en lo maravilloso que es ver como una persona regular se transforma en algo tan importante para ti.. Piensas en que quizás también significas eso para ella. Piensas en las cosas que estan pendiente, llamadas que debes hacer y no logras comprender por que eres tan dejada con ciertos asuntos.. Tratas de inventar una excusa de tu tan peculiar personalidad, piensas en cualquier otra cosa para alejar eso de tu mente. Piensas en estos escritos, en lo bien que te hacen sentir; piensas en cosas que quisieras leer.. Piensas en tu futuro, de lo facil que es dibujarlo sobre lineas y te preguntas si estás haciendo lo correcto para llegar a ser protagonista de ese marco.. Piensas en quienes dejarías atras, como último recurso de avance. Piensas en el sabor de besos que siempre recuerdas y otros que convenientemente ya olvidaste.. Piensas en sincronizar tus ideas con las suyas para hacerles saber que por un segundo, pensaste en ellos. Piensas en dinero, canciones, ropa que quisieras usar en esa ocasión medianamente especial. Piensas en lo que quieres lograr, exponer, en marcar alguna diferencia... Piensas en cuanto extrañas ese salón de clases y esas personas que te escuchan... Piensas que quizás lo lograrás pronto... Piensas en lo que sería de tu vida sin tu familia, la comida de tu mama que puede ser tan superficial pero tu mente se enfoca en ello, en como hacerle saber que la admiras. Piensas en alimentar y cuidar tus mascotas, en quienes dependen de ti y como planificar cada semana para los niños. Piensas en lo que ellos piensan de ti. Piensas en quienes más tengan ideas compartidas.. Piensas en él y que tan largo tu pelo esta ahora, a la vez que no esperas la hora de volverlo a cortar, qué significa? Piensas en que aún con su magia y la forma en la cual intentaron modificar tus cimientos, levantas la cara y reafirmas tu posición: eres una mujer de planes, de ideas cumplidas, de demostraciones de interés real y de un tiempo que no vale la pena ser desperdiciado por acciones que sólo te mantienen viva por 11 minutos o menos... Piensas en la música que escuchas, la forma en la cual ríes y lo segura que estás de lo que quieres, con o sin moneda. Piensas en lo mucho que quisieras que otros supieran lo que piensas, el dejar algo para que otros te conozcan una vez dejes este mundo.. Piensas en contar tu historia y a la vez compartirla sabiamente... Piensas en lo mucho que adoras cuando llueve y sin evitarlo, sonries. Solo una acción secundaria que genera un momento estampado en tu tiempo, y tantas cosas que se escapan en este escrito.. Photo by The Amazing Vivian A. Lyrics by Ima Robot! Big blue in a gasfield, you caught me lyin' Pathetic religion of sex and cryin' I nailed the door shut to leave you blind I nailed the door shut for peace of mind You were the best love I ever had You hit me high, you hit me low Time doesn't slow down for those who dream I wake only to hear this scream Hot and cold in the goldmine, the diamond legs After she hit me off, I just had to beg I nailed the door shut to leave you blind I nailed the door shut for peace of mind Love is the only incident An infatuation Is this sweet manipulation? Well, I was frightened myself What is love? It's a fine inclination A lovely retardation What is life but a reality vacation? Indulging operation What is love? The worthiest damnation Sweet temptation What is love?
Feature You In Sunshine Do I stand in your way?
I own so many stones you see Easy it seems for me to just do so I just want your kiss boy I have a short body and some kind of weird walk, which it keeps me musical all the time. Mi fingers are long and they remind me of how much I always wanted to play the piano Push me, far away from your path My hand is holding this sign (and I'm not proud) And it seems the reason why you all rather moving me to a different place- Danger I like the smell of a dying match And the way the ice cream melts after a while in my cup Because you never knew all this, it was my intention to screw you up There's only one way to hold my phone and don't you dare trying to change the position of my fingers Push me far, far away from your path (and I wish I could stop) You've done it before Haven't you? Well let me then.. Introduce you to all these other men that have.. They'll show you how I just want your kiss boy And I am selfish And I am above this feeling And I am a loner And I love/hate wine And I do dance by myself And I do lie all the time For I believe you don't deserve my truth You've got me evil from the very first beginning I just want your, kiss. More than 3 colors when I get dressed Cherry on my lips and my crappy face hiding the fear of not knowing and expecting Marks on my skin to express so much, as I own the big meaning of all There's a piece of cheese cake waiting for me in his refrigerator but I'll need water when I get home Push, push me away.. I'm too close and I will screw up your path I know I'll be afraid all the time... If you ever find out.. And every time I laugh.. Every time I laugh my mind sets me free, because I stood on your path for you to push me away, you didn't wanna keep me there anyways. And I'm not proud, and I wish I could stop Lyrics by Ima Robot Life A reaction to emptiness Time Continues for the Boogyman Just give me one Chance To feature you in sunshine And we could both Dance The aphids swarm away Hello, hello Losing concentration Losing motivation Losing ground Solo solo Don’t like moderation Starved for conversation Are you down Love A reaction to some soft skin What about Trust I’ve seen it here and there Just give me some Girls Be careful what you wish for So take me Out Woo honey let’s go dancing Don’t stop wasting people’s time Track 05 For all that we had to go through and fight, accept, loose... To finally know that I never really had you, just my perspective of who you wanted to be for myself; I'll give you credit for that, you managed yourself to keep me away from your real feelings, yet always wondering. As in a philosophy class discussing the self, I try to pass this page on what just a self of you was the essence of this amazing fantasy... And during this whole time I wonder, where were you? My entire life... where were you? The darkness, the sadness, the sweetness.. Oh I need this, there's nothing else to tell and no more stories to share, so I'm leaving... so far, only stories kept us alive. The entire process of forgetting and avoiding became cousins and allies, I never lied to myself 'cause it wasn't fake, the feeling and the experiences and the constant bumping guided me through all this crap... keeping myself from others, to blind believe in words you never actually said, loosing a best friend with my premeditated actions... I need a lullaby, and as I face this ceiling there's a smile on my face while I realized that I'm writing these words and the tears don't seem to come to keep me in kind company, sweet and honest company. I'll touch your face, I'll talk with my eyes, I'll unleash my feet and I'll kiss your lips.. We're not what we thought we were. More that all these words... It hit me when I heard this song, it defines what I felt Lyrics by Natalie Merchant Take a look at my body,
look at my hands there's so much here that I don't understand Your face saving promises, whispered like prayers I don't need them. I've been treated so wrong I've been cheated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable... Well, contempt loves the silence it thrives in the dark, the fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart They say that promises sweeten the blow but I don't need them... no I don't need them. I've been treated so wrong, I've been cheated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable I'm a slow dying flower I’m the frost killing hour sweet turning sour & untouchable. ooh I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness, ooh I need this. Need a lullabye, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life ooh I need this I'm a slow dying flower frost killing hour the sweet turning sour & untouchable Do you remember the way that you touched me before, all the trembling sweetness I loved and adored... Your face saving promises whispered like prayers. I don't need them. I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness, ooh I need this. I need a lullabye a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life ooh I need this Well, is it dark enough, can you see me? do you want me? can you reach me? or I'm leaving... you better shut your mouth and hold your breath you kiss me now, you catch your death oh I mean this... oh I mean this...
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