My Problem with the “Religious”

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Coming from a family that is very religious and conservative to a certain point, it baffles some people that I think this way. Then again not a lot of people know about this so here it goes.

I grew up in a family that was mainly Christian. My father was not always as devote as he claimed to be but he claimed to be Christian, just like my mother. For a very long time after my parents divorced I only lived with my father. During that time he became very devote and even started studying theology so he could become Pastor and Preacher of the church we practically lived in. (Said church is owned by family members and has been so for the past 70 or so years). So I grew up in this environment of preaching the holy word and following the lord’s commandments. I was 9 so it was all very normal to me, in fact I loved going to church and participating in every way I could.

As I stared to get older I started realizing some of the ugly truths. People in the church (mainly family members) were all very hypocritical. They all had this holy and pure façade, but in reality they were not as holy and pure as they claimed to be (and so it still is that way to this day). Of course there are exceptions and I’m not saying that EVERY SINGLE CHRISTIAN is the same. That being said, I also recognize that there are people who are very devote and are the best people I know and I respect them very much.

Anyway, the older I got the clearer it all became. Nothing but lies and contradiction. And it seems a lot of people are living this way, fooling themselves (or at least tying to) into thinking that going to church on Sundays and giving money to their church they will somehow buy their stairway to heaven. Meanwhile any other day than Sunday, they sin in so many ways. Sometimes they are not aware that they sin, yet they claim to know oh so very much about the bible and gods ways. Judging and criticizing everyone else who dares to think, act or live differently from them.

If they really lived by the laws of god and exactly how the bible states it, we would have cases of women being stoned to death because they slept with a man without being married. Because let’s face it, it’s oh so very common nowadays. We would still be experiencing the Holy Inquisition.

What bothers me the most about all this is the religious holidays, whereas many other holidays, religious or not, people ignore the real significance of the holiday, or the absolutely don’t know why it is even celebrated.  

Just today I was asked if I was not upset because I didn’t get my “holy week vacation” from work. To which I responded NO. Why? Because it’s not like I loathe coming to work every day, and besides I don’t really have anything to celebrate. If other people feel that they are entitled to have this time off from school or work because their savior died to absolve them from all their sins and still sin regardless, fine. That’s not my case. Of course it would be nice to have a week off from work so I can visit my friends back in my hometown, but I am grateful that I don’t have to work all day tomorrow and I have a three day weekend. That is more than enough for me.

To me all this religious holiday crap is just another way for companies to earn millions of dollars on useless junk that will have no meaning whatsoever after the holiday is over. And it gives “religious people” another reason to feel better than others and try to guilt you into joining their congregation. Also it gives us normal people a time to relax and get wasted at our local bar, pretending to follow along with these traditions. Even though we know better.

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The Candy Crush Obession

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Recently I have been obsessed with Candy Crush saga (if you’ve never heard of it, you might want to crawl out of that rock you’ve been living under). But it’s just not me, at work it seems to be one of the hot topics. It always comes up in conversations around the office. Just the other day I was sitting in the dining room with my fellow co-worers having lunch. They’re usually a jolly and very loud group of people, always telling jokes and lauging at lunch. But today it was a different story, we were rather quiet. 

All of a sudden one of my co-workers takes out his iPhone and we all hear that very recognizable little jingle. All of a sudden the conversation started about a stupid little game. But that stupid little game brought us to having a little chat about it and that led to another topic and so on. This, like many other little games on facebook, I believe, have that quality to them. They are extremely addictive and often times become annoyng. I cant count the times I have almost destroyed my phone because I get stuck on one of the harder levels (they’re just so damn hard!). But be it as it may, they bring people together. It definetley has begun conversations with strangers, co-workers and between my mom and my boyfriend (which is not very common). So thank you Candy Crush Saga for bringing people together And making us obsess over the little jingle and imposible to beat levels.

P.S. If you have any tips on how to be better at this game i will forever be greatful.

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Pink & Happy

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Pink and happy. That’s how I remember her, she loved pink and she was generally a happy person. For some reason I always remember her smiling or laughing, it’s like a dream sometimes, one of those vivid dreams where you almost believe it’s real. And I sometimes wish it was.

It’s been three years since it happened, but it still seems like yesterday that I received that call. It was like in the movies or soap operas, you know, when they receive “the call”. I was getting ready for school when the phone rang. When I answered I thought it would just be another of our regular phone calls, Valery rarely called my house but when she did it was to make me laugh or ask me about some other random thing about school, or gossip. Then it got dramatic, she told me to sit down and to stay calm. I laughed and told her to stop joking around. “Mataron a Nayeli” (Nayeli’s been murdered). I froze for a moment but it seemed like hours. Then I broke down, I just couldn’t believe it, I had just seen her at school. How was it possible!

We were all so happy, we were almost done with high school, she was so happy because she had gotten such good grades that bimester and she was going to apply for college. She had just told us a couple of weeks before that she was pregnant, and we were all so exited abut meeting our new “nephew”. We even gave him a nickname. And in the blink of an eye, it was over.

The days that came after that were the hardest. Those feeling of remorse and regret, sadness and pain were so new to most of us. At least for me they were, I had never lost someone so Important. At the wake all I can remember was tears, coffee and cigarettes. But in our little group of friends we started to remember her as the happy person she was, and we couldn’t help but smile and laugh. Laugh and cry at the same time, it was something I had never experienced before. It was painful but I just couldn’t help myself.

After it all happened we had a break from school because of Easter and stuff. It was the best for everyone I guess. During those few days I was restless. I couldn’t sleep.

Then she came to me in a dream, it was beautiful, and she helped me grieve. We were going to a party in a huge warehouse; there were thousands of people I presume. And there we were in some part of that huge party, my friends and I, all my friends except her. It seemed strange because she loved to party. At first I didn’t mind, but then it started to overwhelm me, the sea of people, the loud music, the darkness and the bright lights all at once. That’s when we saw her, and suddenly there was this sense of peace, everything went quiet and we were surrounded by a bright light that feel so warm, and she was happy, which was no surprise. And then she spoke, but her words I can’t remember. Whatever she said I made me feel calm and at peace.

I miss her, I imagine we all do, and hopefully we will get to see her again. In the meantime, reminiscing the happy times where we would laugh about nonsense and talk about our futures and what we wanted to be. She was a pink and happy girl, and that is how I will always remember her.

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YOLO State of Mind

Living here and now or living in the present, even YOLO are phrases that are commonly thrown around nowadays. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to actually do that. It amazes me how there are people who actually don’t have a care in the world. And now and again I get shit from friends and other people that tell me to not worry about what’s going to happen tomorrow. Maybe I’m just extremely paranoid.

So days like today I ramble on in my mind about what’s going to happen tomorrow, or next week, or next month or next year even. Because even I f I try to adopt this YOLO attitude it would be counterproductive. Because of that YOLO attitude I could lose my job, if I lose my job I have no money, if I have no money I can’t pay my bills, if I can’t pay my bills, How am I going to live, How am I going to survive!? I can go on and on about this and many other things. But I won’t.

The thing is you can’t be completely careless; you have to worry about something! Anything! No matter how frugal it may be. Because for me worrying is part of life (maybe too big of a part in mine). But seriously, imagine what the world would be like if everyone adopted the YOLO attitude. Society would crumble! At least that’s what I think would happen.

Maybe I need to take a “chill pill” and try and stop thinking that in this moment my boss is thinking about firing me because I’m doing this during my spare time at work.

Is this my way of adopting a YOLO attitude? Blogging during work hours?

What if my boss happens to read this and fires me!

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The Grass is Greener

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Suddenly I realize that everything is not always as it seems, they say that the grass is much greener on the other side and most of the time we might think that our grass is less green than the neighbors. But is it?

When you really stop to think about it, how green is your grass? Personally, I tend to think that my lawn has the driest, ugliest grass. But then I stop, take a second and analyze my reality. I have many things to be thankful for, we all do. We just don’t take the time to give thanks. Maybe it’s because there are some unwanted weeds on your lawn, or sometimes you don’t have enough money to buy the best fertilizer. Your lawn mower busted and now your lawn looks messy and unattended, or you have to mow the lawn the old fashioned way. You can’t decide which flowers to plant or you just can’t find it within you to take down that old tree standing in your way. I can keep rambling on about a million other things, nothing more than excuses, excuses that we use to try and explain why our lawn is not as pretty as the next. Why we are always irritable and angry, and wishing that we could be where the grass is greener. The thing is (I believe), no matter how green your grass is, someone else’s will always seem greener to you. But we should be grateful for even having grass and we should realize that our grass may not be the greatest, but it’s ours, and we should care for it and love it.

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In Silence

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chiharushiotainsilence2 When I first set my eyes on Japan-born, Berlin-based artist Chiharu Shiota's work, I wasn't sure if I was looking at an installation or a dark charcoal illustration. Though the piece echoes sketch-like imagery, it is in fact an installation piece involving a burnt piano in a room ravaged by black wool. The work known as In Silence is inspired by Shiota's own traumatic memories as a child, having witnessed her neighbor's house burn down. The charred piano is a direct memory of her neighbor's grand piano blazed up in smoke.  There is a melancholic aura that hovers throughout the incinerated room filled with singed furniture. The miles of thread woven in, around, and through each item within the space adds a feeling of entrapment. The way it engulfs the room's furnishings encapsulates the destructive and overwhelming nature of flames that have possessed one's material properties.

chiharu shiota - In silence installation When I first set my eyes on Japan-born, Berlin-based artist Chiharu Shiota's work, I wasn't sure if I was looking at an installation or a dark charcoal illustration. Though the piece echoes sketch-like imagery, it is in fact an installation piece involving a burnt piano in a room ravaged by black wool. The work known as In Silence is inspired by Shiota's own traumatic memories as a child, having witnessed her neighbor's house burn down. The charred piano is a direct memory of her neighbor's grand piano blazed up in smoke.  There is a melancholic aura that hovers throughout the incinerated room filled with singed furniture. The miles of thread woven in, around, and through each item within the space adds a feeling of entrapment. The way it engulfs the room's furnishings encapsulates the destructive and overwhelming nature of flames that have possessed one's material properties.

Photography of an installation created by Japanese artist Chiharu Shiota.

/// The installation, named ” In Silence”, was inspired by one of the artist’s personal traumatic memories as a child, having witnessed her neighbor’s house burning down. The pieces tangled up in black thread are echoing a sketch-like imagery and the burnt piano is in fact a direct memory of the artist, as it resembles her neighbor’s piano blazed up in smoke.

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