“Eventually I discovered for myself the utterly simple prescription for creativity: Be intensely yourself. Don’t try to be outstanding; don’t try to be a success; don’t try to do pictures for others to look at – just please yourself.”
I went to 711 to get cash back so I could buy a $5 Hot And Ready pizza from Little Caesars for a finals study session. I bought gum and later found out you have to buy something of at least $2 to get cash back— so I got a hook up. Does that mean I go there too often? I frequently go cause it be close by. Thank heaven for 711…
As I exited, I noticed a man outside asking for change. I didn’t have any cash, or change other than what I was using for the pizza.
When he asked for some cash I apologized and told him I didn’t. Before I could even offer to buy him some food, he says…
“I see cash in your wallet…”
What the bleep is that about? I was speechless and yes, it was awkward.
I apologized again and told him it was for someone else.
His reply: “Ya, ya…” (as he proceeded to brush me off and move on with his life)
I didn’t know what to do, so I just walked away.
Although telling someone to back the freak up and mind their own business is tempting, I’m glad I just walked away from that situation. I doubt it would have changed anything if I told him off. I don’t even know what he may be going through, what he’s been through, or if he actually was trying to scam me. Maybe he just had a bad day. I can’t really hold that against him since I’m a woman, who has a period, who is not always in the nicest of moods. Thus, I can’t consider assumptions factual— its best to just move on.
All I know is if he hadn’t looked into my wallet and implied I was lying or something I would have gladly helped by buying him a burrito, or a bomb.com hotdog.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas estan llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mia.
Mariposa de sueno, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolia.
Me gustas cuando callas y estas como distante.
Y estas como quejandote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
dejame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Dejame que te hable tambien con tu silencio
claro como una lampara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
I Like You When You Are Quiet
I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.
It looks as though your eyes had flown away
and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.
Like all things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, you look like my soul,
and you look like a melancoly word.
I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.
It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
let me fall quiet with your own silence.
Let me also speak to you with your silence
Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.
You are like the night, quiet and constellated.
Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.
I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
A word then, a smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it is not true.
Doods— If you call my office and I answer, DO NOT call me sweetheart. I am not your sweetheart.
- Me: Do you think it is more natural, or environmentally friendly if we shit outside rather than waste it?
- Matios: LMAO. I don't even know. I'd have to ask a scientist the benefits of that.
- Me: Cause I'm d to shit in a bag and go leave it in the forest JS.
- Matios: LMAO.
Despite knowing my last class of the quarter was finished (we have completed all assignments and don’t have a final) I went regardless. I had an option to sleep in, but then I wouldn’t have known what happened in the course wrap up for Sociology of Women.
Not surprisingly, I learned something valuable.
The entire quarter led up to defining feminism and its true meaning. Every reading contributed to analyzations of society’s political, economic and social problems endured by women, but more importantly some main concepts sought to evaluate some of the best ways to have social reform for “women’s issues” (which often times are men’s issues as well….).
I was a fan of the phrase, “I’m not a feminist, but [insert agreement with feminist goals here]…” until this morning, really. According to my professor, “only 1/4 women who identify with feminist goals and agendas labeled themselves feminist”, meaning there must be some stigma attached to the term.
I assumed, in order to be a true feminist you must identify with radical female activists. In actuality, that just seems to be an image perpetuated by the media. OF COURSE women are labeled as crazy feminazis and manhaters, who are running wild just because they demand fair treatment and gender equality. No matter what a woman does, she always has something against her. Just look at the perceptions we have of our female politicians…
There are also varying divisions of feminism. White feminist activists have been more focused on individual rights, where African American and Latina activists focused on class and race issues as well. All together, feminism is aiming its battles at several social concerns.
For example, many misunderstand that feminism ALSO concerns men. If a father has a child, he is likely not granted paid leave to be home with his family, like he may desire. Plus, part time workers (men and women) may not have access to paid leave no matter what the situation. Feminists seek change that will benefit both males and females under circumstances like these.
If a country aims to make its people happier, treat everyone fairly and provide all citizen’s with resources for a better quality of life, society ultimately will benefit. In my eyes, to support those who aim at improving our future generations is important.
With that said, a feminist, by definition, is a person who “believes in the social, political, and economical equality of the sexes”. This is certainly a valuable lesson to spread within our growing population as well as other countries where women are greatly oppressed. Also, these ideas are necessary in order to abolish gender divisions within the political system.
So I guess, I am a feminist afterall.
Double u tee eff?? There are times when I worry about what I am going to do, times when I don’t think about it so much and times I don’t have any fear.
Either way, in June 2011 I will have completed my undergraduate degree. And. That. Is. Insane.
Even though I was encouraged my whole life to go to college, I never really felt I was smart enough, and at times, I felt I wouldn’t fit in very well amongst a bunch of geniuses. Although, most people are brilliant in their own way at my school, they are more down to Earth and relatable than my young mind imagined.
I have learned everyone has the potential to achieve success if they are given opportunity and guidance—which I was blessed with growing up. However, there is something about the UC system that has the ability to nurture thought in a unique way. Since I have been in school, certain professors have altered my self perception. It is because of them, I truly have come to understand my full potential, and would now categorize myself ”smart”.
Thank you UC system. Even though you may not be on the best track with funding and money management, you have still benefited my life in many ways.
Happy finals week!