I would have written before, but I got a severe procastrination syndrome of describing all the things that happened last weekend, let's see how much I write... I've read what the others wrote so... First why did this trip came ever to be? Well, it all started with a simple "Hey padilla, we should do something together, a farewell-activity. And I'm not taking into account the party you will organize and I'm sure I'll be invited!" Of course, maybe if you ask someone else, they would give a different story, here's how it started for me.
The highway by itself didn't have much of experience, except the feeling that it is better when one drives :) That and the tons of small talks about the paranormal world. That truck heard about ghosts, Saint Death and God so much, that it could have used it instead of fuel and will still be riding it for a couple of months. It's good to hear those stories, but in that quantity it's overwhelming. And the thing is that I couldn't reply, well I chose not to do it. Basically I didn't had the confidence to fully spoke with julio's dad around. I respect him, really. I saw no point in stressing the conversation. Reader, take notice of that idea, I'll return to it... One of the things I like about julio's dad is his idea to recapitulate the thoughts of a conversation every so often. I should do it also.
Friday and Saturday passed smoothly, no big deal. Yeah, we tried to rescue a truck, and walking in the beach is nice and clean. I appreciate that padilla had an overall theme about helping me with the girls, "you should learn from guys like Blanco" jeje =) and yes, Blanco, beware I may try to be more around and see if I learn anything. Of course that feeling was also in pollo and julio. It was surprising to hear pollo say "dedicate this one to someone" "Para aquella que no supo amarme..." Again, of course, I didn't dedicate it. That happened in the Saturday's borrachera. That night julio also confessed to me, that he wanted me to meet someone special just like he did, uhm, I think he even said "I'm praying for it"... There were tons of small talks about relationships, about what to do to be more player-like, what do girls like and dislike, but that night I got sad for a moment.
It was fast and simple, in one point padilla told me a truth. He said that he has learnt to tell me that I'm right in certain topics, for there's no meaning in continuing the discussion with me. That I love to be right. And that's true, it's a bad habit I have. The thing that hurt was the brief concept of knowing "padilla se ha dado por vencido conmigo, perdió la fe en mi". I do know that I am wrong many times, I just don't know when of course. I debate with my friends for that reason, and I change sides in the middle of it, because I want to test ideas and because it's fun. I'm not married to perspectives... Anyway, he continued telling me "you must sometimes realize that there's no point in always trying to tell people they are wrong". "I don't do it, most of the times I'm silent". "See that not everyone wants or can keep with your attitude..." And I know you are right, and I thank you for your honesty. If I write here that it hurted it shouldn't be taken as "well, next time I won't be so direct to him" I wish you see that I learnt something from that discussion.
In other news, that night I drank so much! More than ever, and for the most part I wondered "why am I not going drunk??" it was in all duty a good night, even when I attempted to vomit trice... I wanted to get a death mix tucker though... ce la vi. A funny part is that in the middle of a talk with julio, where I was telling him how much lo quiero, I realized "damn, this shouldn't be taken as I'm so drunk I'm telling it, the feeling is true and I shall retell you this tomorrow if you want". However, what worries me is that besides sleeping my eight hours, I didn't get a headache or anything... It's strange, in a fair world I would have payed for that much abuse. Well, I should learn from what I saw in victor.
Before I forget, I'm curious about Blanco, specially the part I-don't-remember-my-childhood-or-my-dreams... Ok, that should be enough for today. If you wonder, 5km in 25min is my mark today, I continue learning ASL and I have yet to present my paper.
The highway by itself didn't have much of experience, except the feeling that it is better when one drives :) That and the tons of small talks about the paranormal world. That truck heard about ghosts, Saint Death and God so much, that it could have used it instead of fuel and will still be riding it for a couple of months. It's good to hear those stories, but in that quantity it's overwhelming. And the thing is that I couldn't reply, well I chose not to do it. Basically I didn't had the confidence to fully spoke with julio's dad around. I respect him, really. I saw no point in stressing the conversation. Reader, take notice of that idea, I'll return to it... One of the things I like about julio's dad is his idea to recapitulate the thoughts of a conversation every so often. I should do it also.
Friday and Saturday passed smoothly, no big deal. Yeah, we tried to rescue a truck, and walking in the beach is nice and clean. I appreciate that padilla had an overall theme about helping me with the girls, "you should learn from guys like Blanco" jeje =) and yes, Blanco, beware I may try to be more around and see if I learn anything. Of course that feeling was also in pollo and julio. It was surprising to hear pollo say "dedicate this one to someone" "Para aquella que no supo amarme..." Again, of course, I didn't dedicate it. That happened in the Saturday's borrachera. That night julio also confessed to me, that he wanted me to meet someone special just like he did, uhm, I think he even said "I'm praying for it"... There were tons of small talks about relationships, about what to do to be more player-like, what do girls like and dislike, but that night I got sad for a moment.
It was fast and simple, in one point padilla told me a truth. He said that he has learnt to tell me that I'm right in certain topics, for there's no meaning in continuing the discussion with me. That I love to be right. And that's true, it's a bad habit I have. The thing that hurt was the brief concept of knowing "padilla se ha dado por vencido conmigo, perdió la fe en mi". I do know that I am wrong many times, I just don't know when of course. I debate with my friends for that reason, and I change sides in the middle of it, because I want to test ideas and because it's fun. I'm not married to perspectives... Anyway, he continued telling me "you must sometimes realize that there's no point in always trying to tell people they are wrong". "I don't do it, most of the times I'm silent". "See that not everyone wants or can keep with your attitude..." And I know you are right, and I thank you for your honesty. If I write here that it hurted it shouldn't be taken as "well, next time I won't be so direct to him" I wish you see that I learnt something from that discussion.
In other news, that night I drank so much! More than ever, and for the most part I wondered "why am I not going drunk??" it was in all duty a good night, even when I attempted to vomit trice... I wanted to get a death mix tucker though... ce la vi. A funny part is that in the middle of a talk with julio, where I was telling him how much lo quiero, I realized "damn, this shouldn't be taken as I'm so drunk I'm telling it, the feeling is true and I shall retell you this tomorrow if you want". However, what worries me is that besides sleeping my eight hours, I didn't get a headache or anything... It's strange, in a fair world I would have payed for that much abuse. Well, I should learn from what I saw in victor.
Before I forget, I'm curious about Blanco, specially the part I-don't-remember-my-childhood-or-my-dreams... Ok, that should be enough for today. If you wonder, 5km in 25min is my mark today, I continue learning ASL and I have yet to present my paper.
posted by Guillermo at 9:42 AM
5 Comments:
Hehe yo tambien lo quiero mi amigo :-)...
By the way, it was good to keep the prudence against my father's thoughts because somehow he also thinks he is right all the time.
And I think you didn't get as drunk as before because you (I hope) were taking only one kind of drink, in my case I'll tell you that almost I drank all the Malibu bottle (more than the half), probably I drank like 14 drinks, and I wasn't drunk, nor hangover at the next day.
And also I meant what did I told you.
*Cheers and good luck, RUN FORREST RUN!
Cheers for that Memo, and worry not. He he he. At least from my side. I believe it's been a while since we have decided to just be honest and help each other grow.
What I said was my perspective only. I enjoy sharing a lot with you. I just don't find that amusing how a lot of times, talking with you has to be discussion driven. But that is just me. ^_^
Several other people may find it quite fun.
... And yes... We drank A LOT that night, but... I didn't feel drunk either. Is our tolerance sky rocketing?... That isn't nice... It's expensive to get drunk once you are like that!!!...
I think it all comes down to how much we ate beforehand. If you need to know, I emptied a rum bottle... the jamaica appleton...
hay memo, estabas bien pedo, aunque no lo sintieras... el wey de la entrada del bar al que fuimos, desde 15 metros de distancia lo notó!!!
Maybe I was, I didn't went to a bar that night.
And yes, I got drunk that night, just not until several hours after I wondered about my conscious level.
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