Some Good News

This Monday I received a call from my (old) internship. I didn’t answer the first time because I’m scared of phone calls like a cat is scared of a cucumber, but I got in touch with them a little later and they offered me a part time job.

This was some good news, I mean after everything that is going on it’s nice to have something good happen for once right?

Although, I did think about it. It wasn’t and instant yes! Take me now! no, it was more of a well, sure if you guys are busy type of deal. The thing is that the Job (feels weird calling it that now) is about 40 minutes away. Its a drive, but on the bright side there is no traffic at all, never has been and now that many people are at home I doubt there will even be cars on the road but we will see, I don’t want to jinx myself.

Anyways, that was one factor, the drive. Then I started thinking about the pay, would I get paid well? Not sure, not even now that I accepted the job. They told me to think of a number and then we would talk about it when I go in for orientation. I have been researching what the average pay is for what I will be doing, then it will be determined by them if they accept that number or not.

It’s part time for now, only two days out of the week. I still have school the other three so I can’t work those days until I graduate in the beginning of June.

What else was I going to do? Looking for a job right now is kind of hard, specially with my schedule. Maybe this could turn into a full time job, or maybe it’s a stepping stone to the next chapter of my life, where ever that may be.

But I am very grateful that they thought of me and that they even considered hiring me for a part time job. I feel really good about myself, and I love the fact that they really enjoyed having me when I was with them for my internship, even if the internship was very short lived.

Life/Voice

Where are you taking me?

I know I can’t ask much from you, though I have never really asked for much in the first place.

I feel like right now I am in a state between knowing what I have to do and not knowing at all what I should do.

I feel as if I am swimming. At one point it feels as though I am moving along with the water and it feels free and liberating, I almost make no movement while I float on and let the waves carry me where ever they want. But then once I notice, the waves are only taking me to sharp rocks with thousand feet water falls filled with sharks at the bottom ready to devour what ever drops down, that’s when I know I have been tricked.

I know that geographically speaking this is impossible, but its possible in my head. It happens. If I swim against the current I get weak and my body aches, my head starts throbbing and I can barely breathe. Why do I even try? I ask myself, but I do not respond.

Is it that I do not even want to talk to myself? Or is it that at this point there is no sense in speaking to my inner conscience? Has he given in to what life has thrown at him? Settled for less than what he wanted? Gave up on the dream he once had? Is he fading away into the vast darkness he was once running away from?

What do I tell him when he asks why he should keep swimming, when I myself do not have the answer? Should I lie? Should I make him believe in more lies just to keep him going? Because without him, then who am I? We need each other do we not? Or can one survive without that little voice in their head telling them right from wrong. Happy from sad. Everything and nothing.

The little voice in my head is fading, everyday it gets more faint than the day before. Should I be happy? Should I be sad? I tried asking him, but again he did not reply.

Change

Life changes so much it’s crazy. And sometimes those changes are good, and sometimes they’re not. People come and go out if your life just as more come in. Sometimes you’re surrounded by them and others you don’t know who to turn to.

This year for me has been filled with changes. From losing friends to meeting new ones. Being in relationships to breaking up and having a heart broken. Not to mention everything going on with my mother’s surgery.

To me, change is good. Change is an opportunity to learn new things and to also grow. Plus, I get really tired of always doing the same routine over and over again.

Recently I’ve been feeling like I need change. More in specific regarding my work. I don’t hate it, it’s not hard, and it’s not a terrible job. I work in a very decent place and everything is fine. But is it bad that I want to change that? I want to change it for something better.

I want to grow, I want to expand, and maybe even pursue my dream. There’s nothing wrong with that. I just don’t see myself working at my job the rest of my life. I know a lot of people think that way but no one actually does anything to change it.

But I will.

Best And Worst Saturday

Drinks, drunks, and good ass French fries.

This past Saturday I went out again. I know, before you start judging me let me tell you that I’m being safe (sorta) and I’m finally having the time of my life. Not holding back and not scared of anything.

This Saturday although it was great it was a little different than most nights I’ve gone out. Me and one of my friends hit up the club and chilled in the parking lot for about half an hour. Then suddenly there was a knock at my car window.

Some drunk guy wanted my friend. Since we are some bad ass bros, when my friend was asked if he wanted to dance with the guy he flat out told him no I want to dance with my friend. I thought the drunk guy was going to slice my throat open but he just walked away.

We were shook. The way the guy approached us was really weird. The rest of the night we were thinking that the guys was gonna key my car, that really killed the mood and my buzz. Not to mention the music really sucked.

Almost at the end of the night while we were dancing on the second stage, some old guy tripped and groped my friend. Like, everything bad happened to him that night I felt terrible.

He ran passed me and walked outside. I couldn’t believe it either. It was really awkward and very ugly. I saw it all happen inform of my eyes and I still couldn’t believe it.

We left soon after that. We went to eat at a taco shop and got some carne asada fries (if you don’t know what those are google them, you’ll thank me later). They were amazing!

We chilled at his house till 6am and then I went home. That Saturday was the best and worst Saturday I had been with this particular friend. He told me that I wasn’t fake and I actually am who I present my self to be. That’s basically the best compliment I have ever received.

Floating

Life is weird. I know that for a fact. Sometimes it can pull you down to the bottom and have you crawling on the dirt. But then there are those times where it lifts you high in the sky and you flying or floating right next to birds and you get to see the marvelous and spectacular views from above.

That’s how I feel at this moment. Like I’m floating. Like I’m souring in the sky and there is nothing that can catch me. I have not felt like this in a while and even though I want to say I didn’t see this coming I actually did.

I was promoted last week before I went on vacation to a Lead. Basically, that is second in command from a supervisor. I applied for it a while back. With all the things going on at work they took a while to finally give me the good news. I was ecstatic.

I love the department that I am correctly in, don’t get me wrong. But, I want to learn, I want to grow, and I want to expand myself in other ways in other departments. So, when this opportunity came around I took it.

I want to stay in this mentality. I want to feel like I am always floating. It is really hard to stay and maintain a positive attune but I will try and give it my best. That’s the only way to enjoy life. It was a long time coming but finally I can start living for me and be happy about it.

Social Media

Is social media ruining friendships? Or in the contrary, is it helping friends get closer to each other?

My over all verdict is going to have to be that you can decide which way it will go. Social media has given us the gift of being somewhere with someone, but not actually or to be more literal, physically been there with them.

This in its own sense can be good just as it can be evil thing. You can be enjoying the beauty of nature from home through your eyes of your friends pictures. You can be at the ocean while your furnace warms up your cabin in the mid west on a cold winters day.

I know it’s not the same thing as actually bing where the picture or video was taken. But don’t you feel like your there? Or at least feel the sand in your feet, or the smell of trees , and been the wind blowing in your hair.

Then again, you can also know the exact location of your friend. Or honestly really anyone. If they allow you to see their mobile location, you can pin point where they are with an almost exact precision.

This last one has ruined my life. I think a lot. I am one of those people who asks themselves every possible question that really has no answer because they are foolish questions.

Why are they there? Who are they with? Why didn’t I get invited? Then once these questions don’t get answered, they are followed by deeper ones. Maybe they don’t want to be around me? Maybe they became bored of me? Is this their way of saying goodbye?

Social media. Good or evil?