What is growing up?

Growing up is finding out the answers to the questions you ask when you're a kid.
From "where do babies come from?" to "why is the sky blue?"...thought of that because I found out today why the sky is blue.
You ask these questions but then you are most likely to forget them because they seem useless or "childish"(and are unlikely to be related to your job or studies), but I feel quite accomplished when I realize that I finally got my answer. It's like for a split second, the kid that I was is so happy.
I really don't know how my parents could stand to be around me. I was one of those kids that asked "why" about 1 million times a day. Imagine how many more questions I have =)) I have my work cut out for me.

Oh gosh!I just remembered that my next assignment for school is to explain a concept I barely understand to a 10 year old child. That should be one smart kid.

Thought I forgot

song of the day

ha!

Keeping my promise.

I got home yesterday and I just loved how my hose looked. Don't imagine some fancy interior design. It was a real mess. My cat was depressed and non stop miau-ing because she was left alone with only a few moments of human contact when she got fed. Boots and shoes near the door, clothes thrown on chairs and on the bed in the bedrooms, an empty kitchen with a few dirty dishes in the sink and if you opened the fridge it was a sad landscape...empty except for some lemons and a ketchup bottle. And I loved it.
I was away for almost two weeks. Christmas with grandma and grandpa ...by force, they tied me up in the house!!!!! Thank God for internet mobile that makes life bearable. Then, with the New Year Holidays I was away again for the rest of my short and very busy vacation.

My point is that living alone is fantastic and every human being should live alone a period of their life.

I can't remember where I heard it but there is on hypothesis about why women take so much from their spouse ( domestic violence cheating, being the one who listens to his rules etc). The premises are that not most women live alone. They marry young and until they do they live with their parents, then they move to the husband's house or with them somewhere and it's just another version of living with your parents. Really, it's the same principle with animals who have always lived in a zoo. It is supposed that they can't adapt fast enough in the wild. Those women, if they were to divorce/leave the man, would have to live alone and do everything themselves. It took me four months to get the hand of paying all my bills, learning where, remembering to shop, to clean, to feed me and my cat and it gets harder everyday somehow. I have to balance that with going to school and seeing my mom and my bf and my friends etc etc.


But I love it. I have my rules and I know that I can manage on my own.

Everyday

I read in Naked Conversations: How Blogs are Changing the Way Businesses Talk with Customers that one of the rules of having a successful blog is : Write often.
I am not looking to have a successful blog but I mean to be relevant, al least for my one reader, if he exists and to be relevant you have to relevant.

The most important promises are the ones to yourself so I promise to write on this blog everyday (when I have access to the internet) starting today. I told someone long ago that the first promises I break are the ones to myself. I should keep my promises and learn to look more ahead than in the past. Visions that have passed always look better than a foggy future. The difference is past things can be impossible while the future has never heard of that word. I figured that out today.

Life is meaningful everyday.

Initially I started taking mental notes. A lot of ironic and funny things happen around the Holidays around here. For example the papers write and write about eating healthy, but after the two giant pages of "let's eat salads" and in moderation come two giant color pages, full of photos , about our delicious traditional food : sarmale, sausages and all kinds of meat in huge quantities. Same thing on the news, the reports about drunk and hospital patients that come in for stomach and intestine problems from all the food they stuffed down their throats but then, the nice family stories about how they prepare the meal and work on it for days (duhhh, a pig is hard to cut and boil and grill and fry and....so on so on) and how happy and delicious it will be (the pig is not happy, just the family). Oh, and the shopping, everybody flooded the malls and stuff like that. Every year the same stories. Every year. We get it! Does the world by any chance stop? I s the was over all over the globe? Is famine abolished, and disease and the bloody swine flu? No! I get bored just by passing near a TV around the holidays. Regardless of what mediocrities they put on the telly I don't think there is a day without a lesson or a moment full of beauty, or punishment or dunno...a meningfull feeling, something that really touches you. Otherwise , I guess our soul would become numb. If the brain can die because you do not use it, I think it's more than probable that the same thing happens to the soul.

Foggy city...the beginning of the year.