Sunday, March 6, 2016

Breaking Up

Today I broke up with a guy I'd been dating for about half a year. It wasn't a real break up, because it wasn't a real relationship. (Not much physicality. No formalities. Just the shared knowledge that we weren't just friends.)

I'm not a break-uper. I'm a "please get the message"er. But, along the road of maturity, a little bit of enlightenment has come upon me: It is better to get broken up with than to be ignored endlessly. It is at least less awkward.

So I """broke up""" with a guy with which I'd only kissed. I sort of felt like I owed him that and wanted to spare the awkwardness of future encounters in a tiny country such as Chile.

I'm just not that involved in this, and I thought it would be unfair to continue stringing you along.


It was quick, it was easy, and I was a little bit too happy about that while he wallowed over his coffee. Oh bitchy unsensitive me.

Alas! Lesson learned: One must break up.
Even if one is not sure why one is breaking up.
Even if one faintly suspects that one has severe psychological traumas that will not allow us to settle.
Even if one suspects that said psychological trauma has left us pining for the same guy who does not love us back for a number of years.

Bye, lovely readers,

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Reading List

This school year I will have lots o' time, for reasons that deserve a blog post on their own.

Unlike most people, I hate free time. It makes me feel guilty and useless. But for two consecutive years I've read oh too little and this is my opportunity to get up to date with all the books I've bought at fairs and never read.

If you would like to add to this list, please do. I love book recommendations.

  • Eichmann in Jersualem by Hannah Arendt
  • Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
  • The Dinner by Hermann Koch
  • The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith
  • I want to read essays so that I might replicate the arguments and seem smart during debates.
  • The Hunting Gun by Yasushi Inoue
  • Literature Classes by Julio Cortázar
  • Poetry! By Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sylvia Plath, Mary Oliver, Emily Dickinson, and all the gals that prove that poetry is wiser when written with feminine pens, and fuck all of my gender principles on this one.

Remember: I love recommendations!

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Hi March

You guys might have noticed that I'm Chilean. Fact: In Chile the school year starts in March, so 2016 feels like it really started today. And I want 2016 to rock. In fact, I'm full of goals and plans for this beautiful blog.

But right now I'm burning up in fever. Send noodles.

For now, I'm just going to say that because I sucked at posting every day during Febs, I'm gonna try to do it in March, but a notch more elaborate than just a bunch of pseudo-philosophical pseudo-poetical posts.

Love ya guys.

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