Friday, June 07, 2002
My day was made terrible, better, not so bad, almost bad, nice, annoying, then just ... more annoying. Pablo's letter of response to my email totally construed my understanding of human nature and I'm almost always the one who sees the best in everyone. I was low. Then I talked to M�nica and RESA and I realized that scare tactics are old, dumb, and don't need to work on me. And my day got better. Later, Jos� Luis took me down to Alcampo and I finally went shopping for (probably) my last grocery shopping trip in Spain. He really made life simple and easy. Thank goodness. Then I was off to a really fancy-expensive-nice Italian restaurant to meet Verena, Leah, et al. Reservations for 10. I arrived at 9:55pm. They arrived not-so-fashionably late at 10:45pm. I had a nice pasta in a green garlic-clam sauce, Spanish onion soup, and tiramisu. I don't eat out often, so it was a nice treat! Then, it was bar time at 'Limbo," which I'd yet to visit. Let me tell you all, I'm glad I never did. It was dull as all hell. I waited and waited for Verena to get tired or feel guilty that she'd need to study the next day, but it really didn't happen until the energy of the room just died. Then she left with Wade and I. I really wished I'd had more money so I could have simply caught a cab and gone home. I'm mostly a home-body, and have done the clubbing thing with Tom and friends my first years at MU. I'm done. I almost felt bad that I wasn't interested in everything. People kept coming up to me, thinking I was sad or angry. I was just bored and annoyed that I couldn't leave. I wasn't about to say 'Verena, I wanna go' and ruin her fun. So I lasted through it, and Chris's 'everyone adds their element to a room' (is mine somber and annoyed?) and 'you only get out of it what you put into it' (if you take me out of this place, I won't throw my water in your face?) opinions. I know he was only trying to help, but it just made me look at him and go 'geez! what a naturalist attitude!' I don't subscribe to it. It's not wrong. It's probably not even called 'naturalist' but I like calling it that. That, and the DJ at Limbo must be fired. He played crap crap and then, Shakira for a a second, but then CRAP again. He could have redeemed himself with some good Destiny's Child (like Ladies leave your man at home, Independant woman, Sexy daddy or Bugaboo but no .. Survivor. Which is a fun song... but not to dance to, really... at least, not the version I heard. I think the most important part of the evening was fulfilled (from when I came and left) was that Ariel and Maxon had a good time -- and that's all that mattered to me. My happiness was of less consequence (but it would have been nice if they'd played my new favorite song: Patricia Manterola's Que el ritmo no pare.)
Now that I'm back at the RESA, I put my groceries away and read emails: one from Pablo which was just so asinine (his English was correct for the most part, but I'm not commenting on that) -- he's so stubborn to defend something he believes in, but really knows he's wrong. It's one thing to defend one's beliefs because they truly believe in them. It's quite another to cause trouble for something just to feel important and make others miserable [[[ and claim it in the name of liberty, freedom, and privacy ]]] What a crock!
But still, he's my friend. People who think clearly tell me 'a true friend would still stick by you and you of him if you disagreed' Yea. I agree. But I still will let this blow over. He really is entitled to his opinion .. but to express it in such a way as to disrupt so many minds and lives -- that just irks me.
Oh, that and the fact that he thinks the US, one of the most advanced cultures in the world, brothers with the UK, Germany, Italy, Spain, China, Israel, Japan, and France, doesn't know what democracy is. That cracks me up. That I don't live in a free society. Oh, and he does. Do any of us? Where is there pure democracy in this world? My parents' house-rules aren't democratic. The fact that I cannot walk into McDonalds without a shirt or shoes if I want to be served isn't democractic. Since when would RESA become subject to this? We pay them to live here -- we abide by their rules. If I were able to live in an apartment, and the landlord says 'don't nail any holes in the walls,' those are his rules. I know I sound like all-of-the-sudden an old fuddy duddy -- some rules are dumb, and I've walked over them because I think they're dumb and don't serve to help, protect, or maintain order -- but this is about the concept 'if you want to play, you play by the rules.'
The blogs dislike whiners with nothing but scant, immature, incoherent phrases lacking in maturity. I wonder who said those keywords???
See me smile! Nothing bothers me.
Now that I'm back at the RESA, I put my groceries away and read emails: one from Pablo which was just so asinine (his English was correct for the most part, but I'm not commenting on that) -- he's so stubborn to defend something he believes in, but really knows he's wrong. It's one thing to defend one's beliefs because they truly believe in them. It's quite another to cause trouble for something just to feel important and make others miserable [[[ and claim it in the name of liberty, freedom, and privacy ]]] What a crock!
But still, he's my friend. People who think clearly tell me 'a true friend would still stick by you and you of him if you disagreed' Yea. I agree. But I still will let this blow over. He really is entitled to his opinion .. but to express it in such a way as to disrupt so many minds and lives -- that just irks me.
Oh, that and the fact that he thinks the US, one of the most advanced cultures in the world, brothers with the UK, Germany, Italy, Spain, China, Israel, Japan, and France, doesn't know what democracy is. That cracks me up. That I don't live in a free society. Oh, and he does. Do any of us? Where is there pure democracy in this world? My parents' house-rules aren't democratic. The fact that I cannot walk into McDonalds without a shirt or shoes if I want to be served isn't democractic. Since when would RESA become subject to this? We pay them to live here -- we abide by their rules. If I were able to live in an apartment, and the landlord says 'don't nail any holes in the walls,' those are his rules. I know I sound like all-of-the-sudden an old fuddy duddy -- some rules are dumb, and I've walked over them because I think they're dumb and don't serve to help, protect, or maintain order -- but this is about the concept 'if you want to play, you play by the rules.'
The blogs dislike whiners with nothing but scant, immature, incoherent phrases lacking in maturity. I wonder who said those keywords???
See me smile! Nothing bothers me.
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