I have to raise a glass to the people who say that Monday is their favorite day. I believe Mondays are appealing when there is something to look forward to, I’ve tended to abide by this to make every day special in its own way. Well, to the best of my advantage, I’ve tried to see the ways in which my geospatial location has allowed me to have access to things other people don’t traditionally have. I find myself infatuated with my spatial surrounding in the way that I’ve learned to harvest some happiness about the space. To think optimistically about Santa Barbara is to understand that we are surrounded by both the oceans and the cliffs. From the hills to the pier one is able to enjoy the quiet nature of daily living. Life is definitely slower here but what does this mean to me when Mondays roll around and my mind is still racing?
I feel as if though i’ve left my mind and heart both in Chicago and Denver. These two locations serve as points of discovery in my life where I felt whole. I found myself in love with the scenery, the overt queerness, and the passion from folks in the space. I’ve found myself in these locations but learning who I am, who I want to be, and who I portray has been both an everlasting internal monologue and a fight between your wants. I’m searching for peace in all the wrong places.
If I speak honestly I would consider myself a person wanting to live for life, live for the world but naming what is stopping you is your actual problem. You’ve seemed to have lost a connection within yourself that has been filled with lots of wanting. There is this person thriving off the energy of your others that is not allowing yourself to be centered. You are thrown off not at the thought of this love or person but rather you are thrown off by the wants that are centered around the idea of patriarchy. If your major hasn’t taught you to see yourself free from this independence what honestly can your fifth year provide but another year of wanting what you can’t have. I’m okay being alone, honestly I prefer it. Right now I need a line drawn in order for me to survive because I don’t think I can go on anymore. Your head hurts, you feel tired, you aren’t even considering quitting old habits because of the safety and security that you’ve felt all this time.
I’m leading our life, and this is my decision.
I’m tired of your terrible habit of wanting sex and still getting nowhere. Instead of wanting it, just do your thing without watching porn because that doesn’t help your sex drive. I’m tired of false promises from learning languages to sending your mom photos from ages ago. Instead learn to care for people the way that they care about you. Learn to care so much it hurts. I’m tired of not exercising because eating the amount you do daily does not help. Instead learn to change the way you are to your body, the people around you and the spaces you position yourself in. Learn to be you. Learn to be Camila, the passion. Camila La Loca, Camila Camaleon.
The following is a list of goals I should try to achieve within my last days of 21.
Visit the beach or a viewpoint (cliff, park, bench) for a moment of relaxation at least once a day (minimum 15 minutes) Completed Today
Visit your best friend. (up to your interpretation) Next Week
Start GRE Practice before school starts. Do it soon
Be fiscally smart. You’re slowly learning.