These are my people…

So I stumbled onto this on Tumblr and was like. “Oh. My. God. You do know me!” I fit ALL these characteristics if you can believe it. And so I thought I’d share it 🙂
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Common Characteristics of Natural Born, Freelance, or Career Writers

 

  • An “odd ball” childhood.

Writers tend to start off as peculiar kids. They never quite fit in with their classmates. Their abstract thinking begins early on, and it causes them to struggle to relate to other children and elementary interests. Future writers commonly start off as either lonesome or socially inept kids.

  • They were handed books as toys.

Naturally gifted writers are almost always reading enthusiasts. They have a further developed vocabulary and stronger syntax abilities because their scholastic experience goes beyond traditional curriculum.

  • They believe in the “All or nothing” policy. 

Writers are often perfectionists that will edit until their eyes bleed or completely scratch an idea off the table. They tend to carry that trait into their other projects as well. The writer will either create something complete or nothing at all.

  • They take pride in their work.

Even if they need help, writers like doing their work 100% themselves without contribution. This is seen often in college, when the self-proclaimed writers don’t show up to office hours or ask for tutoring. Writers tend to treat even essays as a personal work of art. It’s their work, and it matters that it’s only theirs.

  • They are equally organized and disorganized.

A writer’s mind works in choreographed chaos. With too much chaos comes no productivity. With too much organization comes no passion. The writer has learned how to have the perfect combination of both.

  • They have both an ego and self-doubt.

-Enough ego to invest in one’s own thoughts, enough doubt to revise and rethink continuously.

  • They enjoy simplicity.

Hot coffee, music, and a sunrise could make their morning flawless.

  • They are observant. 

Writers tend to learn about things from as many angles as they can. They’ll see the same sign for ten years and connect ten-thousand other separate things to the sign in that amount of time. They take in what they can and make a mental map of how things co-exist.

  • They  recognize the importance of memories.

Writers learn how to utilize past moments as criteria for their work. A writer will not forget their first love, or heartache.

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Standing In Place

Sounds easy enough right? Staying in one place, working hard at the same ole’ job, settling into the same apartment and falling into a nice little routine. Maybe it is for some people, but me, I seem to be a beast of a different nature.

I’ve learned, that in life, just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean you should do it. The same way that just because a relationship or friendship makes sense, it doesn’t mean you should pursue it. I’ve always been comfortable with change, and if you know anything about me, you know that change has been the most stable thing in my life for a very long time. By the same token, I’ve always been told how important stability is and how being stable is a part of growing up. I always believed them too, but lately, I’m just not so sure that’s true.

Maintaining stability is something I’ve always struggled with and I always thought it would get easier as I got older and understood better why it was so important. But now that I am older and have had a big dose of responsibility and being stable, I feel the opposite way about it. I think that it’s more important to make the CHOICES that make you happy and not the ones that keep you stable. Stability does not equal happiness. It may make some things in life easier, but easy doesn’t mean happy and I’m a firm believer that anything worth having is worth fighting for.

I know that sometimes making the decision that makes you happier can seem like the impulsive choice, but what does and doesn’t make us happy is something that can change pretty quickly and that’s okay. When those things change, that doesn’t take away from their importance in your life or the place they hold in your heart, they just mean you’ve grown. Just a little.

I sound pretty wise don’t I? If only I could actually take my own advice, then maybe I wouldn’t get so hurt and end up in the impossible situations I always seem to find. It’s like I subconsciously seek out people that just don’t get it. Not that I’m very good at explaining myself, I kind of just expect you to get it…maybe one day you will.

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Oh Big Lots, why do you lie?

I am normally a big supporter of Big Lots, reasonable prices and great for outdoor/patio furniture. But there is one location in particular that I’m not a fan of. Maybe that’s because I had my credit card stolen there in back in July. It was taken from my purse, used at the store and put back in my purse. Guess it’s my fault for turning my back on my cart and leaving my purse inside. Silly me. Still, to say that I was surprised, is quite the understatement.

I went back, immediately the same day, spoke to the manager there and explained the situation. He apologized again and again, saying this kind of thing had never happened before and if I could please refrain from complaining to the corporate office, then he would fix it and get to the bottom of this. He was very concerned that I would ruin his record with the company and somehow impact his position.

While the charge was for a little over $100, and that may not be a lot to most people, to me it is. As a full-time student trying to survive on my own, that $100 charge was the last $100 I had left in my account at the time. But, my bank credited me the charge and I put it behind me. Or so I thought…

Today, Fifth Third revered their credit due to the fact that Big Lots is claiming that the charge was valid, leaving me again without $100. Maybe I’m too young or just too naive, but I have to say that I really believed Mr. Sanchez when he told me he would fix it. That was the only reason I did not call the police and report it.

But now, I find myself in quite a predicament. A situation where even my bank took their word for it, without even the slightest courtesy of contacting me. And here I thought I had a good relationship with my bank, I never go over my funds, I pay all their ridiculous ATM fees and I event participate in the occasional survey. I was under the impression that you signed your card, presented valid ID and signed your credit card receipts all so that these kind of things would not happen. I’m just not understanding how a credit card receipt without my signature is considered valid? Sis they review the cameras? Did they not notice that I made a cash purchase and never took out a card? Or that I stood at the front of the store with Mr. Sanchez for 30 minutes discussing the situation?

All I can say is that I may be young and naive, but I never take this kind of thing lying down. I don’t know what kind of scam they have running at that store, but I have every intent to expose it.

Word to the wise: If you go, to the Big Lots located at 2100 Southwest 27th Avenue, Miami, FL, just make sure to keep your purse closed and on you at ALL times.

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Blogging when I should be working…on H.W.

Procrastination has always been, well, something that I excelled at. It’s easy to put things off. Easy to talk yourself out of doing something you know you should be doing. But lately, my reasons for procrastination seem to run a little deeper.

In high school, I was a girl with a plan and when I graduated I had the next 10 years of my life mapped out perfectly. I graduated with high SAT scores and a 3.4 GPA, but still, willing ended up at community college. Well, it was technically a four-year institution by the time I started, but you get the point. My plan was to go away for school, leave my little bubble in Miami and all the sunshine in Florida. What I didn’t anticipate was how difficult it would be to leave my family, my newborn baby brother and my friends. See, life never follows our plans and the course it takes is often out of our hands.

So now, eight years after my high school graduation, I’m still working on my Bachelors degree. I’ve taken a few semesters off over the years, but never really got the hang of successfully juggling work, school and family. I was never willing to give one up, and time is the price I paid to do it all and do it all at once.

I started freelancing when I was 18 years old, worked as a real estate assistant, had a part-time internship at a Hispanic PR newswire and went to school full-time. Things became hectic back then and never really slowed down as the years went on. So I’ve been busy, to say the least. But now, I have this great job at a reputable newspaper where I manage events and marketing, plus I get to have the opportunity to write in Spanish for our online publication. Oh, and let’s not forget that I also attend Florida Gulf Coast University as I work on my Bachelors degree in Journalism.

What’s the issue?

Well, I feel old. I can’t help but feel like I missed the train a while back and am now scrambling to hustle my way to my destination. A lot of the students in my classes are fresh out of high school and just starting to figure out what they want. I was never that student. I ALWAYS knew exactly what I wanted and what I needed to do to get there. But I procrastinated. Not in the common sense, but I consciously pushed things aside to make room for obstacles in my life that never did fit. Ugh. Whoever said hindsight is always 20/20, failed to mention that it’s also aggravating as fuck.

Now I procrastinate with my homework assignments. They tend to be very detailed, for one class in particular, and I can’t help but stare my the questions in silence. I know I can do it and get a good grade, as my recent assignments have shown, but still I can’t make myself do it. What’s worse is that I shouldn’t have to make myself do any of it. I should just want to finish it. Want to take as much from the course as possible. But I don’t. I get by on my brains and a little bit of effort and that is exactly the kind of procrastination I need to stop.

Oh e cards, how you get me…

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Life in the Fast Lane

I live my life in a constant state of wanting what’s bad for me and knowing rejecting what I should what, a.k.a. the safe choice. It’s like I have a nice, basic car right? And this car gets me from point A to point B pretty comfortably. But, I know I’m not completely satisfied with my car. Why? Well, because all I really want is a ’86  Z Top Camaro.
It’s fast, dangerous and classic, but ultimately a bad investment. At the same time, I’m completely aware that what I should want, or at least start getting used to, is a nice, reliable family type car.
Something that can last for years and years while keeping me (and my future family) safe.
Still, I spend my days with this constant battle going on in my head. I convince myself not to look at Camaros and much less test drive one. I pout, check out the safer cars and ultimately decide to just stick it out with my current car. Sighs.
What does all of this really mean? Simple. That I have officially been inducted into the world of adulthood. Five years ago, I would’ve already owned that Camaro, without a second thought. But now, I think about my future and how my choices today impact that future. Oh, responsibility.
Who knew I had it in me?

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Goodbye Mid-Twenties…

My life has always been full of ups and downs, but the past few years have been something out of a book. Nothing has gone according to plan, not even a little bit, and as I say goodbye to another year and embrace my future I can’t help but smile. While crazy and unexpected things seem to be happening to me on an unnerving regular basis, there is always a bit of humor in all the madness. And hey, if you can’t laugh at your misfortunes, how will you ever survive them?

I really thought turning 26 would be…well…hard. But it wasn’t hard at all. I feel more and more comfortable in my skin with every year that passes.I feel more set in my own beliefs with every unnerving little experience. I cling more and more fearlessly to my faith with every challenge I overcome. I am who I am. I’m kind to people, I lend a helping hand whenever I can to whoever may need it and I love with every piece of my heart.

But anyways, getting past the deep stuff, I have had the craziest weekend full of drama, surprises and state troopers. Don’t worry, no one was arrested…luckily. It seems you never really know who people are until they get super-duper faded…that or when you accidentally trick them into believing an innocent little white lie. To say that I’ve experienced an eye-opening is one hell of an understatement.

I always thought I was pretty liberal, but a recent proposition has left me thinking that I may not be very liberal by today’s standards. Not even a little bit. Go figure.

And now, I should be packing for Unity in Vegas and vacation in Los Angeles, but instead I’m blogging about things I should probably keep to myself and getting all sentimental during Megamind. I mean who doesn’t, how can you not feel that pull at your heart when the super villian shows his true self and saves the girl he loves…and the whole city? Hmm or maybe it’s just PMS. Last month I cried like a baby watching The Help. Twice. In the same week. To my defense, that movie is sad as hell.

I think I’m going to finish up my packing now…

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What doesn’t kill us…

We’ve all heard the saying. What people don’t say is that what doesn’t kill you, can still leave you feeling dead and cold. Inside and out. Recent events have made me realize just how much evil there truly is in the world. And I know how silly that sounds, especially because as girls, we spend our whole lives being warned. They warn us about strangers, about boys that will break our hearts and eventually about bad men that can hurt us. But until you find yourself in that terrifying moment of truth, all those warnings are just a few more scary stories.

To say that I am deeply disturbed to see someone that I love in the situation that she’s in would be the understatement of the year.

This. Is. Killing. Me.

No matter how many times I reply the details of that night in my head, I still can’t believe that any of this is actually happening. I just can’t comprehend how things like this are still happening to women. With all the developments that we as a people have made, all the scientific milestones we’ve surpassed and social issues that we have resolved. Why is violence against women still tolerated? Why is it so difficult for a man to understand the word NO?

Our world is in desperate need of a rude awakening. Things need to change and a revolution has been a long time coming. Fighting for the right to vote was just a beginning, women should know that we are nowhere near done.

No means no regardless of the circumstances involved. A woman can spend the entire night flirting with you, dancing and even kissing. The moment she says NO, you’re done. That’s it. It’s over. You need walk the fuck away. It seems that somewhere along the way we blurred the lines of how that scenario should go and started justifying a wrong action by blaming the woman. Like one officer said, “it’s just a case of he said she said.” Or like the restaurant owner told me, “that’s what happens when you drink with people that get stupid.”

No, that’s what happens when people break the fucking law. No means no, ALWAYS. And still, statistics show that 78 people are raped every single hour of every single day.

Getting drunk does not constitute rape. Flirting does not constitute rape. Passing out is not a green light. If she’s too gone to speak, sex is not an option.

My body, my rules. Your body, your rules. That’s pretty clear, no questions about it.

Our government was created to protect us, our laws were written to serve as guidelines to ensure that protection.That was my understanding…have I been misinformed?

 

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Sometimes a hole in the wall is just that, a hole in the wall

During a recent visit home, a very dear friend of mine found herself in a severely dangerous situation. A situation that seems to have become an acceptable staple in certain social groups in Miami, the kind of social groups that involve powerful, and much older, men and younger women. While I am seasoned enough to know the common assumptions within these groups, those assumptions are not enough to justify a women being forced to do ANYTHING against her will. It’s sad to believe that these same men that run some of the areas most powerful companies, companies that help our community thrive and grow, have developed a sense of entitlement to any and everything within their sights.

Now it’s nothing new that men in positions of power and wealth have always had a “I’m above the law” type of air about them, but my concern is when did that transcend into “I can have you because I want to?”

As human beings put on this earth by a higher power, it is our birthright to have control of our own bodies and the thought that there are people in this world that believe they can take that right away from you because of their position makes my blood boil. At the end of the day, it is YOUR body and YOUR choice with whom you choose to share it with-regardless of who they are. No means no, but again, that’s not a new concept-just one certain men seem to lack the intelligence to understand.

To give you a better understanding of my current state, here’s a summary of what went down…

Mary was invited to a happy hour lunch at a cozy little hole in the wall wine bar by an old friend, let’s call her Judas. Judas told Mary that she wanted to introduce her to several of her friends, friends that she felt Mary would have many things in common with. Mary, being a not-so-big drinker, was a little hesitant but decided to go anyway and take the opportunity spend some time with her good friend. Lunch started around 1:30 p.m. that day. There were several powerful business men at the lunch along with Mary and Judas. The ate, they drank wine, they talked and they laughed. The time seemed to fly by and soon happy hour started. The music started playing and the group went upstairs to the VIP lounge area.

Throughout the night, there was one man in particular that took a strong interest in Mary. Let’s call him Lou. He seemed nice and polite at first, although much, much older. As the night progressed, Lou filled Mary’s wine glass every chance he could, his demeanor became more and more aggressive. But still, Mary knew that Judas would not allow anything to happen to her, that she would look out for her-as friends tend to do. Once upstairs, Mary told Judas she wasn’t feeling very well and Judas suggested she eat more and feed her.

At this point, Mary asked Judas to please go to the bathroom with her because she continued to feel bad, Judas declined and told her to just go. So she did. This particular happy hour venue did not have your usual bathrooms, separate for men and women and complete with bathroom attendants. It had one bathroom upstairs, complete with tub and all. As Mary sat there, trying to pull herself together, she decided it was time to go home. At that moment, Lou barged into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Mary and Lou struggled and she tried to break free from his grip and yelled for him to stop but no one came to her aid. Next thing she knew, she had blacked out and came to with him holding her over the sink, with her head in the water trying to wash the blood out of her hair. She ended up with a cracked head, bumps, bruises, a few bite marks and an immense feeling of betrayal. I won’t go into further detail as to what took place in that small, circle of hell, but it is definitely a situation that no woman should ever have to find herself in.

At that point, Judas was called into the bathroom and helped clean Mary up. The group then left, in what I would assume was quite a rush and dropped Mary off at home to sleep it off. I may not have much experience in this kind of situation, but when your friend is bleeding from a head injury, I’d assume the best course of action is to take her to the hospital right? If I remember correctly, sleeping after a head injury could very well kill you. Either way, that was the course of action that Judas choose that night.

The next day, as Mary tried to put the pieces of her “happy hour” lunch together, she could not shake the disgusting violated feeling she had, nor could she stop the terrifying images of her violator from popping into her head. The saddest part of this is that when she told Judas everything that happened to her, Judas responded with “that’s what happens when you get drunk.”

No, Judas. No. That’s not what happens when you get drunk.

According to Judas, if you flirt with a guy and lead him on, then you HAVE to do what he wants even if you don’t want to. Even if you are obviously too drunk to even stand, he has every right to do as he pleases with you. YOU should know better than to flirt.

Really?

I’m sorry, I did not realize that a kiss was a non-breakable contract for take me, I’m yours. Oh that’s right, that’s because it’s NOT. Unfortunately, to some people it is and to Judas, it happens all the time. But the fact that she lets that happen does not make it okay. As people, we have every right to change our minds at any given moment. The only permanent thing in this world in death, no exceptions.

At the end of this, I know that Mary will be okay. She is a strong woman and a fighter. She will overcome this horrible thing that was done to her and her violator WILL be brought to justice. No matter how powerful he may be.

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Keeping in Touch is Hard Work

People always say “yeah, let’s keep in touch” like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Friends, old co-workers, relatives or that kid from your group last semester. But it’s not.

As we grow older, life gets complicated, responsibilities manifest and making time for basic conversation takes a calculated amount of effort. We move away for college or work or sometimes even love, and suddenly you’re in this totally different world. Different people, new habits, and a new place to lay your head at night. The circumstances and adjustment periods vary from person to person, but one thing is clear across the board-keeping in touch is hard work.

Personally, as the oldest of six children, keeping in touch with my siblings and trying to be supportive while showing interest in their various updates can be very challenging. Even when I go back home for a visit, it’s hard to make time for them, my cousins, friends and other relatives. It seems that someone always ends up feeling left out or ignored.

So now, my philosophy is as follows- I make time for people that make time for me. If you want to see me, call me. If not, I’ll just see ya when I see ya!

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Mindless Monday

In my line of work, I deal with a variety of people on an almost constant basis. I work with our company partners, I manage any sporting event tickets the company has for employees and I run our company events. Basically, I work in Marketing. Sometimes I make people happy, sometimes, I make people angry and sometimes I actually make people think. Me? Make people think? Could ya believe it?

Today being Monday and me being in my usual Monday state of uselessness, I had a minor lapse in intelligence. Really, it was more like a total brain fart.

I’d had a sales representative asking me if we would have hockey playoff tickets for weeks. It seems that he had a very important client that was requesting these, and well, we do aim to please our advertisers so I checked on it. A few charming marketing schemes later, we got tickets.

So, I call the sales rep this morning to let him know. He’s ecstatic. I give him 4 tickets to Game A in the playoffs. He says the advertiser will come over right away to pick them up. The day goes on, I give out a few more tickets. As 5 o’clock approaches I have 4 more tickets left. So I decide to go on the website and see what time the games starts. There it is. Plastered on the home page, Game #3 at 7:35pm. Game #3? Why would they have the series start with Game #3 and start the tickets with Game A?

Shit.

Turns out, Game A was last week. Tonight is Game C. Oh. My. God. I panic.I track down the tickets I gave out internally, a few to upper management, explain the mishap and give them the CORRECT tickets for tonight’s’ game. I try to get a hold of the sales rep who’s already left, but no luck.

Finally he calls me back. I tell him that I can call the box office and have them leave the correct tickets at will call, he just has to call him and let him know. He tells me he can’t. He’s not at the office and does not have his contact information at home. Damn.

He suggests I call the advertisers home office in Michigan and let them know what happened so they can reach him. I call and again no luck. I try every department on their elaborate menu and nothing. I start doing a little online research and find the number to one of his businesses located here in Naples. I call and I ask for him by name.

That conversation went something like this…

Man on the phone: Hello

Me: Hi, can I speak to *****

Man on the phone: (sighs) No. This is not his number. Can I help you?

Me: Oh sorry, I must have the wrong number. Tha-

Man on the phone: Nooo. I just said this is not HIS number. This is ***** I can help you, I just need you to be a little more specific ya know?

Me: Oh. Okay, my apologies. I’m calling from ***** and we gave him tickets to a hockey game tonight but I accidentally gave him the wrong ones. I just need him to know that the correct tickets are waiting for him at will-call under his name and I don’t have his number to let him know.

Man on the phone: Oh really? Yeah okay. I will call him and let him know.

Me: Great! Thank you so much!

Man on the phone: Uh huh. click.

Problem solved…I think. Will he tell him? I sure as hell hope so. If not, I’ll have one pissed off advertiser on my line in the am.

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