Bet on yourself, but with humor

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bet on self, humor me brain, mental farts

Hardest thing to do in life is to bet on yourself.
You like myself and any other human on this planet, are probably full of doubts and confused about the future. Relax, we all are, it’s just the way life is designed.

Many writers have written about the inner voice and I payed attention at the time. Later on I forgot about it because let’s face it things don’t really stick with me. Haven’t I nagged enough about my ADD and bad memory issues?

You see as a professional procrastinator and excuses maker I tend to always postpone the actual listening to that little voice inside, telling my self things like: Now it’s not a good time, We’re in recession, You need full time job, You need to get your act together…bla bla bla

The thing is once every two years I seem to be falling into a very deep existential crisis because of that little voice. I get paralyzed and feel life has no meaning whatsoever. I feel I’m wasting my time being to self involved and not helping people.

And then the voice pops in and says what the hell are you waiting for? Haven’t you made enough excuses already?

And then a big inside argument starts to build up and
it goes something like this:
ME: -What if I fail?
VOICE: -You start over.
ME: -Ohh really? Is it that simple?
VOICE: -Am yeah, it is.
ME: – Ohh really?
VOICE: -Yes.
ME: – Ohh really?
VOICE: -I just said so.
ME: – Ohh really, really like for reals?
VOICE: -Ok, we need to shut down your “I think I’m funny” part of the brain before going any further.
ME: -Ohh rea… shut down.

VOICE: -So let’s go through this again, shall we?
ME: – fhaslifvlsafubel
VOICE: -Ohh shit, I might have sliced and chopped part I shouldn’t have. Ups, brb.
ME: -(Gazing stupidly at the window)
VOICE: -Ok, and we’re back. So what you need to do is grow a pair and start going after what you want.
ME: -And how do I do that?
VOICE: – You start by applying to “Psychology studies”. God knows you need some of that.
ME: -But will I be able to shrink myself?
VOICE: -I’m afraid not, you’re what shrinks call a lost cause.
ME: -Whatevs, I’m sure there’s a lot of more messed up people than me out there.
VOICE: -Did you hear what I just said?
ME: -Lalalala… (gazing stupidly at my hand now because the voice cut off the blue cable again…)

Hope you enjoyed my mental farts (which are not entirely based on facts) Cheers!

Rainy unproductive Sunday

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flatter me good, funny stuff from the internet, get in my vagina government, history fb updates, phisical awkward contact, staged splash mountain, supporting gay marriage

Who am I kidding Saturday wasn’t any different but let’s just focus on Sunday. (I’m going through a home self-recruitment faze bear with me will you?)

I woke up this morning thinking: since I haven’t done anything considered productive by the modern society yesterday why stop now? and so I kept going down that road…

The things I’ve stumbled across today on the internet… ohh dear God!! I swear I burned my daily calories just laughing at the awesomeness that is out there. Never mind the creepy stuff guys. Just filter and focus on the bright side of this our wonderful shared virtual world called Internet.

I’ve seen so much I have to go through my history log to share with you guys.If you by any chance find anything I’m about to share insulting or offensive I’m sorry. Here’s a lil tip try putting on the “this world is freakin hilarious” glasses for a while and let loose.

Enjoy y’all:

#1 Lil part of this post is now cropped and right on my facebook header, can you guess which one? If history events had fb updates

#2 This is absolutely ridiculous. Best 15 Staged Spalsh Mountain Photos

#3 Awkward moments we’ve all experienced or seen. Physical Contacts

#4 This is funny but serious business at the same time people! Gay people should be treated with respect! Funny signs supporting gay marriage

# 5 Hahaha, kids if you’re reading this (which you’re not) Don’t ever do any of those things (unless you really want to) How to tick people off

# 6 This may offend Republicans, warned you are! Get in my vagina

# 7 Ohh and last but not least this will make you feel special today Enter your name and click OK over and over again. Automatic Flatterer

Any comments or feedback related to these links are welcome. Cheers and start the week laughing pleaZe

Easily distracted.

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ADD, distraction rules, red wine alcoholic

I think I might have ADD and never been properly diagnosed in high school because I was smart enough to hide it from everyone. Yes I can see it crystal clear now. Every time I try to write something funny or at least a wee bit cunning, (yes those are the ingredients that in my opinion make post worth reading) I get distracted. And when I say distracted I mean I can leave the wordpress window open for more than 24 hours with the tittle already written and go do something else like reading unfinished books, quietly stalking people on fb or twitter, stalking bloggers, pretending I don’t need a boyfriend by not replying to messages on okcupid (they probably thing I’m a weirdo over there and they’re not wrong ha).

So today I started to write a post about my lack of ambition and I got distracted by the cat. We played for 30min, then I made myself a good cup of tee, then I shopped a bit on line, then I read 20 pages of the book that never seems to end (Lolita). Off topic that book is twisted and wrong in lots of ways but I can’t stop reading it.  And then I decided I should visit a friend of mine at work cuz that’s the kind of friend I am. So no post about ambition or the lack of it. I decided however later tonight I was going to write about the economical crisis Spain is deep shit into and the lack of job offers and schammers there are out there taking advantage of the situation but I decided no one would care about that.  Instead I just watched idly  by while my fingers wrote this distracted good for nothing post. You’re welcome blogworld!

And now I’m craving red wine again. I not only have ADD but I’m also an alcoholic so yey!!

We can fight our desires…

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desire, fire, pleasure, wanting

but then we’d stop making fire…

Funny how I always start my blogging because of a song, a song that takes me to a feeling that is. So let’s talk about our deepest desires, the ones that make life worth living and interesting.

Some of us satisfy our desire for pleasure through food, others with drinking, some with traveling and exploring, and almost everyone seeks sexual satisfaction.

So we thrive on pleasure. It’s what most of us want at the end of the day. It’s what keeps us going. As one of my many mentors Dylan Moran says we have to have a healthy relationship with pleasure. It’s mandatory for survival, and the brain knows it as well as the body.

But the thing is we have to be able to find pleasure in almost everything we do, sexual satisfaction is not enough. If we only get our satisfaction share from there when it’s gone we will jump to depression since the body hasn’t got anything else to rely on, except alcohol or drugs (which are the most dangerous ways of getting pleasure).
I know it’s such a cliche but we have to enjoy all the “little” stuff as well, starting with chocolate and ending with a bol full of ice cream. I get my satisfaction mostly from music, art, literature and last but not least mother nature.

What I’m trying to say is that we have to do things that include some sort of pleasure in the packing or the process otherwise we will not enjoy nor feel good about ourselves. And who likes to be miserable?

Dublin part II the trip

Of course my trip started with insomnia the night before. It happens every time, I get too nervous and excited that I can not sleep for more than 2 hours in a row.
By the time I got to the airport I was in sleepy mode so I got some real coffee in my veins and somehow survived the 2h flight.

The flight was entirely booked by Spanish teenagers and a few housewives with their spouses. Being surrounded by woo girls and boys was the “fun” part of the flight. Until I could not take it anymore and plugged my headphones in behaving like an ol’ lady that cannot tolerate the youngsters.
But while I was busy thinking about how old I feel (not am) the girl who sat next to me was having a hard time. Her face shrugged when we took of and she seemed to chill during the flight but when we were landing I saw terror on her face. I could not help but distract her with conversation. That’s how I found out we lived in the same area, and that she was studying same degree as I did at my old uni. What a coincidence! We were both intrigued so we switched numbers with the promise of going out for drinks in Dublin.

(Thursday 22nd)
Walking all the way from O’Connells street to Four Courts a group of french people with very funny accents stopped me to ask me a trivia question and said if I knew the answer they’d buy me a few drinks. Haha Of course I said go ahead. Come on people the question was who’s the president of Ireland. Of course I knew the answer and truth be told I thought they were morons for not knowing something so basic. They even asked me to write it down on a piece of paper because they did not know how to spell Higgins. Unfortunately I had to say no to those beers mostly because I was tired and only partially because I thought they were dumb.

So I got to my destination, The Four Courts Hostel or should I say the rock hostel. Yes the minute I checked in the guy from the reception switched shifts and the new one was obviously into hard rock because he turned the music up and played some old school rock, very loud to be honest. A few hours in and I was starting to feel the sleep deprivation symptoms: foggy mind and tiresome. I tried to take a nap but I couldn’t. Someone (a cute Irishman) kept texting me and people were always going in and out of the room. So no nap. Instead I went for a walk round the block to get some food and to stare at the nightlights of Dublin.

It’s 21:20 (Friday the 23rd) and my day so far has been brutal. For starters I got home at 11 o’clock and I was supposed to change rooms at 10,30. The night before had been awesome sauce. My cute Irish friend and I did some heavy drinking in some cool pubs. I actually got a taste of the original first brewed Guinness which tastes quite different than the one they usually sell. It’s a bit sparkly with a hint of cider. Altogether delicious.

I had to wait 4 hours for them to move me into another room ( a mixed room). I thought I was going to die. I could barely stand on my feet and the coffee wasn’t helping at all.
Then when I finally got to my bed I crashed for two hours and hit the town again to do some shoppin’ yall. Before I left I got into conversation with a very nice looking Canadian about locks and numbers. He was H-O-T ladies. And he gave me a sticker of the Canadian fire department cuz you see that’s how you get a lady’s attention. Ha!Ha! Anyway he was super nice but leaving the hostel the next day. He could have asked for my number but my I haven’t slept in days face and the hoodie pjas I was wearing probably stopped him. He did flirted big time tho so thanks for that hot fireman. If I can get guys to flirt with me when I look like that my confidence doesn’t really need much more.

(Saturday 24th)
So yes last night was nice, not as awesome as the first one but still good. We called it a night pretty soon as me and my Irish friend were pretty tired from the night before.
After recovering from two nights in a row of not sleeping and drinking irish style I went to Malahide. To be honest I didn’t like it that much. I mean it was just some green parks and a castle, no big deal. I did however walk around until I got tired and then went back to city center.

(Sunday 25th)
My last day was just beautiful. I was fully rested, the weather was delightful and I was feeling energetic so I went to one of the most beautiful places I’ve seen so far round Dublin, Dollymount. It turned out to be the perfect day to go since there was a kite-surfing competition going on. I stared at those guys for about an hour and then went for lunch. Green and blue colliding view was just wonderful.

The last nigth had to end in Temple bar so I called the girl I met on the flight and we went beer tasting. I wanted to explore my beer options so I tried Smithwick’s Draught and Killkenny which were not bad at all but you know nothing really compares to Guinness. We had a great night. Music playing out lout, drunk people all around… ohh sweet Dublin night life…

Next day I was already missing Guinnesslanding so I tasted my last bottle at the airport bar right before boarding. Ahh it was the bitter-sweet goodbye taste

Dublin part II, the whys

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alone, dublin, me, travel yearning, want

I’ll go it alone, that’s how it must be (the song says) and it’s true in lots of aspects of my life. Please don’t get me wrong because I’m not some king of friendless freak I’m just someone who really enjoys being and doing things by herself.

Traveling is absolutely beautiful weather you go alone or with friend/family. I find both ways of discovering new places fantastic. For me it’s mandatory at least once a year, preferably more than twice

I have not traveled in the past year as much as I would have liked to. Sometimes life just gets in the way and makes it impossible.
But my short escapade to Dublin this past September was enough to fill me up for a little while.

It’s March 2012 and I haven’t left this country not once. It’s starting to be necessary for me to get away every once in a while to fully charge batteries and get out of the draining routine and what better place to do that then Guinnesslanding! (Yes I just made that up, thank you very much Game of Thrones)

Why alone? you might ask yourself. The reasons are clear. For starters because I need to be spontaneous and impulsive to feel alive. Because I like the wonder-lust of the unknown and because let’s face it I’m a Guinness addict with very sensitive taste buds, that finds this black liquid to be not nearly as good as it should be, outside of Baile Átha Cliath.

Last time I was there I somehow ended up doing something spontaneous (got invited to a last minute comedy gig at Trinity College) and managed to survive the planned out trip my friends designed v.v so who knows what might happen now that I’m leaving them behind (sorry girls) haha!

Let the games begin!

Ohh and they will but y’all have to wait till March the 22nd

The harder it gets the more we want it

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hard work, patience, things we want

Easy comes easy goes, they say, and I have to admit I agree. Things that come to us easily without any effort are more likely to be left aside or forgotten.

We like to be challenged, we need to be challenged in order to know where we stand and how far we can go.

When life throws something at us that requires some work we have to get excited about it and do our best to succeed. As I said before the harder it gets the more we want it but it seems to work the other way around too, the more we want it the harder it gets.
The key here seems to be perseverance and patience (I’m working on that)

I once read the Universe conspires to help you get what you want if you really want it. That’s a beautiful thought but I’m afraid it’s not enough because you will have to put all your charms/talent/brains to work, and even though the Universe might help you a little bit, in the end it’s all up to you.

I have been challenged lately to take a risk and travel somewhere I’ve always wanted to go. During a while I kept making excuses not to go until I realized now was the time. In my case the Universe didn’t agree because it made it absolutely impossible for me to go now, but this does not mean I’m giving up on it, it means I’m delaying it until the circumstances are right. This my friends is also very important because sometimes we have to get real and know the difference between things we can and the one’s we can’t do.

The “you can do anything” idea it’s true but that doesn’t mean you can do it now (or soon), it means you will do it when the right time comes.

Because you see timing is everything! Ohh and perseverance, and patience, and hard work and a bunch of other stuff…

Have a good day

In defense of the lazy

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balance, lazyness, stress

I know being lazy it’s supposed to be something bad but I have to raise my voice here and defend my believes.
So being stressed all the time and running around with a tight schedule is something that doesn’t work for me. I mean I can take big amounts of stress if the situation requires me to but I’d rather not. I like to do things in my own time.

I know a LOT of people that are incapable of relaxing and taking time off from their daily stress routine and I feel very sorry for them because I’ve come to realize life’s not short and we should take things more easily. I mean if your motto is “I’ll rest when I die” I’ve got news for you: You will probably die young!
Rest is very important people and learning how to disconnect and just be for a while is crucial.

I’m not saying you should sit on your ass all day either but for crying out loud take brakes breaks (I always misspell that one) every once in a while.
Hard work is very rewarding but there is nothing wrong with procrastination either, if you don’t take it to another level (like I do haha).

Life goes full circle and there will be periods when you won’t be able to stop but when the time comes just embrace rest and do nothing for a while. When it’s time to recharge batteries just do it otherwise your productivity would be highly affected, not to mention that your body will start to slowly shut down.

We can avoid a lot of body and psychological damage if we learn how do relax. Finding balance is probably the hardest thing to do but I assure you it has it’s benefits.

If you don’t want to die of a heart attack for gods sake stop drinking energy drinks and just get some good amount of rest instead.

Lazy and professional procrastinators like myself don’t have to deal with that instead we need to focus on “get your ass out of bed and your eyes off the PC and get some work done” part of life.

So you see nobody is perfect, we all have to work on our issues but one thing’s for sure lazies will live longer.

PS: if you were born lazy you have probably been blessed with clever brains or you are very damn lucky haha.

Thought of you…

I love the simplicity of this beautiful video.

Reasons why I heart Dylan Moran

1st of all he is in Black Books and he does it like nobody else. Great british show btw if you haven’t seen it give it a try.

2nd He’s so frikin hilarious it makes my face muscles hurt.

3rd He makes prejudice look good and sound funny.

4th He’s smarter than he seems. He might give away the drunk careless image but believe me that guy knows his stuff.

5th Did I mention he’s funny as hell? Well he is an a very irishy style.

6th He’s good looking. I bet in his younger years he was a stud that had ladies gone wild for him. Not so much anymore but he still does it for me.

7th He’s the best laughing at himself and human race in general.

8th He speaks the truth.

And if you don’t believe me here are some examples.

One of the best shows ever from 2009 in Sydney: part one,
two,
just click the rest in youtube! (there are 9 parts of it)

Enjoy!!