It's been several months since anyone has read as much as a peep from me.
Why? Well, it's simple. I was already petering off on reading and writing on lj, my life was getting more hectic and I needed to concentrate on it.
Now, whenever I'm on an emotional rollercoaster, I cut things out of my life completely and pick up new ones. All-or-nothing kind of gal. So, lj was just one of my victims. Sorry to the people I was/am friends with, depending on their current view.
Will I come back? Maybe and if I do it won't be for a while. Feel free to unfriend me and I'll return the favor so as not to clutter your friend of list.
Will I delete this journal? No. There's some good memories, funny stories and bad moments I'd like to keep a record around.
Will I be reading other lj's? Not likely. Nothing personal.
Commented on a friend's lj and wanted to post it in my own.
Identity reminds me of water. It can so fluid sometimes and rock-solid other times.
I remember a conversation on a latino community where people were talking about stupid questions they get asked and how'd they respond. Things like: "Are you a mexican?" "No." Then, what are you?" "A person, idiot."
While I can understand why someone would like to know details about a person, there is a certain tone and manner of asking that shows more of a desire to label than to learn. It's hard to express via written word. But if you have ever experienced it, you would recognize it. Like if someone asks: Are you gay? Are you christian? Are you a democrat? Are you a republican? All those questions are meant to label and then treat that person diferently than if they were something else.
Same with gender. Are you a girl? Is it okay for me to hold open doors for you? Hug you freely? Ask you for advice about sensitive issues? Are you a guy? Can I say dirty jokes to you? Can I rough-house with you? Brag about sexual conquests? Have you open this jar?
There's a sense of security with knowing what you can and cannot say, do or express in front of someone. Dictated by society and how you were raised.
But labels lead to discrimination, segregation and mass-misrepresentation. They limit, enclose and control. Try to break free from a label, and you'll be labeled a rebel, an outcast. The problem with them is that other people give them. You can call yourself whatever you want, but they'll call you whatever they want and they outnumber you.
So in the end, what can you do? There's options, always has been, always will be. Accept it, learn to live with it. Deny it, reinvent oneself. Ignore it, continue to exist despite of it and don't change.
That's my 2 dollars.
Oh, also some terms I've read recently that make plenty of sense.
Homosocial = likes socializing with same gender. Heterosocial = likes socializing with opposite gender. Bisocial = likes socializing with both gender. Asocial = likes socializing with neither gender.
I'm heterosexual, but mostly homosocial.
Yes, after my long-ass comment about labels, I write this. You see, I choose option number one.
As the subject line says, that's basically it. Because of 5 classes and 3 labs I've had a test every so often and three lab reports to hand in every week.
So I've been busy and haven't been on lj for a loooooong time.
My classes/labs are taking up a whole lot of my time during the week. I just took my first exam of the semester earlier this afternoon: Physics 2. I was able to do everything, but it's too early to celebrate since my prof can be a bit unpredictable when it comes to grading.
AGH! I can't stop sneezing, my throat is painfully sore and I have quite a headache. I'm going to cut this post short. I had interesting/funny/entertaining things to say, but I can't organize them in my head right now. Wow, that sounds like a really pathetic excuse. *shrugs*
If littlestclouds should see this entry, I'll finish the epic this weekend. I can't wait to read the rest of it, but I'd much rather do so with a clear head and not feeling rushed.
Writing every little thing that has bugged you, every moment of angst, every drop of melodrama, every self-centered complaint, for nearly an hour and then deleting the entire thing rather than posting it on lj can be quite relieving.
groggy
calm
awake
sick