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A Strange Prose About Love
"But why insist so stubbornly? Why continue believing in love? You have to realize that the demands are no longer the same: the senses, passion, and pleasure. "
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I went on Tinder and today I met someone
A couple of months ago, I fell hopelessly in love with a girl. I was captivated in a matter of days, or rather, in a matter of hours. I felt like a fool around her, unable to find the right words, even though I’m known for my eloquence. I was utterly stunned.
Moya
On January 2nd, 2012, after a shitty New Year’s Eve, in one of the worst stress crises of my life, I arrived at the office to receive the notification that, as of that very day, I was no longer part of the company. That day they didn’t just fire me; that day forced me to decide who I was going to become once I ran out of excuses. The owner didn’t face me because there was this air that I had gone off the rails. A 27-year-old kid against a couple of sons of bitches and their excessive love for money over the well-being of their workers.
Street Fkn’ Fighter
There are nights you don’t realize will turn into legend until many years later. That was one of them.
—Sorry, guys, we’re closing early.—
We had just ordered a pecera at Barricada, a rock bar in Bucara, on a weekend night back in 2004. They served the cocktail in plastic cups and kicked us out onto the street.
A Life With No Purpose
After several months without returning to this corner I created to express myself and share the small life lessons I often learn, today I simply come to say that I faced existentialism for the first time—armed—within a romantic relationship. Not from books, but from the body, pain, and the real possibility of losing what one believes oneself to be.
No Salvation Without Failure
Do I have anything more to say than what I’ve already said? No. That’s the truth.
When I was 16, I joined the Christian Church, and I stayed for seven years. I managed to read the Bible only three times before I got bored and left. I was judged in a time when not judging wasn’t yet trendy, and the very people I was honest with—the ones I opened up to—were the same ones who decided to exclude me for being a so-called sinner.
A Shitty Story
I had just started my personal hell with the core subjects of my program. It was my fifth semester (factorial joke), but to be precise, since I had dropped a course the previous semester—the first of the career track—I knew I was technically a third-semester student with a year lost. Electromagnetic Theory I was the nightmare of that semester—ironically, one of the easiest classes in the whole program. I was already seeing many classmates I had started with drop out of electronics or switch to other programs, especially Industrial. And I, who couldn’t for the life of me tell my mom I was failing or thinking of switching careers, had to remain stoic and keep going, more beaten every time.