Y como diria Sabina....

"Me considero un rojo sin diminutivos. No soy un rojillo, soy un rojo, un rojazo. Y eso no quiere decir comunista, ni socialista, ni anarquista, quiere representar esa hermosísima ideología de hace unos años, que hacía creer que esta infamia de mundo podía cambiar de alguna manera".

Let's Be Friends!

Ugh, I extremely dislike Friendship and all its crap about being the most authentic and compassionate liaison among people (I came up with that quote) ;)

Here are a couple of MY thoughts on friendship:

A friend as mere a**hole who puts up with your crap and thinks he deserves a gold medal for doing so, the first one to crack up if you mess something up and he is never too withdrawn to point out your fault lines, the first one to blab when you have a crush on a guy, and is unbelievably indiscrete when he’s around. They state those minimal faults you have, but the big ones, they don’t dare to say. A friend is one expected to stab you in the back, and make everything a rivalry. They easily turn things into somewhat spiteful and sardonic.My friends, God I hate them, they take total contentment in reproaching me, what I do, how I do it, the way I feel, and not feel for that matter. Who are they? And who entitled them to do so?

Truth be told, I did... and I’m glad ;)

Cynicism or hopefulness?

LOVE… such an insignificant, rather minute word, with supreme meaning, a meaning we’re most of the times not even willing to recognize, so many times mistaken for something else and GOD knows that whenever you’re close to it! It rocks your fucking world…superfluous to say most if the times, in the worst, nastiest ways… I’m in love, (whatever that means) is it me? Or does it not have the most inaccurate definition ever? C’mon, Butterflies, walking on air? Who the hell came up with those things? That person certainly didn’t fell in love much. For me, love translates itself into pain, but nah ah, not the minute ache, or a tad of discomfort, mainly the type of pain so grand that you can’t neglect, one that blocks everything else and manages to make the rest of your world fade into oblivion until there’s nothing else you can’t think of, but your reckless pain, and how much you’re throbbing.

Falling in love is taking a gigantic leap of faith, and praying for not to fall and collapse at the bottom. The truth of the matter is, that most of the times we end up in the floor, wounded, injured, weak and damn terrified! We take the chance of taking off our armors; letting our vulnerable and defenseless selfs out in the open, waiting for that unexpected attempt that’ll bring tears, PAIN. Oh yes, that awaited massive amount of pain.

In the end, we end up squandering valuable time, precious time, mainly waiting…suffering a huge amount of pain, of not being corresponded, being mentally deranged, and highly unbalanced (sort of like me) waiting for the foreseeable moment when everything is DONE, for feeling you’re a little too much in love ( if we ever find an suitable explanation for it).

The Pain of being in love or not being in love for that matter, is agonizingly difficult to anaesthetize, there are no other solutions than to wait for the pain to subside (if it ever manages to do so) fight it through, pray that the wound that caused it mends quickly, but most of all not to making everything of it, because LOVE, messed up as it is, is the answer for most of the questions out there.. And besides, “it’s always better when we’re together” ;)

The Thing with Adulthood...

Watching grey’s second season (thanks to the borrowing of my close friend neno), I recently discovered that I, as the characters utterly loathe adulthood. It is nothing else than a sum of responsibilities, and responsibilities SUCK, the really, really do. I mean, I have yet to become an actual adult, and there are infinite things I’m expected to do.

Unfortunately, responsibilities don’t go away, they just don’t…running errands, college? Yes college! In no way can they be evaded. It’s a face them situation or endure the consequences….I’m only 19 I don’t FUCKIN WANT consequences. Truth is, I am nowhere near of being a grown up, I mean, the fundamental insecurities, the basic uncertainties and all those old inner injuries managed to grow up with me. Mainly, life and affairs have enforced me to be converted into an adult. True, I did get bigger, taller, and older. But, mostly, I feel like a kid, a kid taking grown up (if there are any) courses in college, a kid that’s running around trying anxiously to fit in.

No.1

Hello there!

My most sincere greetings to you bloggers and other miscreants out there, whom might come across with my page in your travels .My name is Franchesca and this, this is my first blog. Foremost I must voice that I am (to some extent) an intelligent and mentally stable person (hahaha), not quite so, no…but I have found it crucial for me to start this endeavor because of the following reasons...

1) Massive boredom

2) I can't afford therapy on my own.

Therefore, I have no other alternative than to discharge my accumulated angst and anguish on you people.

Enjoy;)