you, me, and b

(5:19:14 PM) kakala: i can’t believe we’re all like 30
(5:19:21 PM) kakala: i never dreamed this day would come
(5:19:28 PM) kakala: us meaning you, me, and britney spears

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XVañera prayer

Just digging around for some things to make my XV años celebration Friday special, found this oración:

HACE YA 15 AÑOS QUE MIS OJOS
SE ABRIERON A LA VIDA
TAN PEQUEÑA, TAN FRAGIL COMO UNA FLOR…
QUE SIN DARME CUENTA FUE CRECIENDO ENTRE SUEÑOS
HOY ALGUNOS DE ESTOS SUEÑOS SE HACEN REALIDAD,
QUIERO REIR Y QUIERO LLORAR DE ALEGRIA
PERO PARA ESTO NECESITO DE TU COMPAÑIA
EN ESTE GRAN Y ESPECIAL DIA DE MI VIDA!!!!

first world problems

First world problems and their variation White people problems seem to be gaining momentum as an internet topic. Glad to see that.

Google search results:

White people problems

First world problems

I tend to scoff when Mexicans call Mexico “third world.” It’s really not. I used to just correct them in a sort of self-consciously bitchy way, “It’s second,” but I’m not even really sure about that.

However, I have situations like today which give me pause. The water is shut off for five hours and counting, which happens to coincide with my having contracted some kind of stomach bacteria which is making me sick (#3 as they say). Both of these things have happened to me while living in the “first” world; however, neither was ever common enough for them to happen at the same time.

Today’s coincidence has raised another, related issue of having to decide whether its okay to use bottled water to flush the toilet. “Bottled” water is actually from a garrafón, the 20-liter sized jugs you put on water coolers, and it’s not that expensive, around $3 per garrafón. But it just seems fundamentally wrong and wasteful. I attempted it anyway, to fill up a bucket with this water to transfer it to the toilet tank, but then I realized that a tank-full uses around 1/3 of the garrafón. Wikipedia confirms that yes, the average toilet uses 4-6 liters per flush.

That’s a lot of valuable drinking water that I therefore feel like I am squandering, on the luxury of indoor waste management. I guess that counts as a second-world problem, definitely not a third-world one.

But…. might it actually be a first-world problem? It’s no iPhone or Starbucks complaint, but the first world DOES flush its toilets with drinking water. Enough drinking water to keep a person hydrated for a day or two, even.

Hm. Did I just conclude that water outages are a first-world problem? I’m not sure, but I definitely did just realize that flushing potable water down the toilet sucks. I kind of want to fill the tank with Coke or champagne or something instead.

more green velvet

I found this remix last night on youtube. Apparently off a white-label; couldn’t find anything about in discogs so no info for you on the year. All I can say is its a sick mashup between the two Green Velvet songs “Flash” and “Destination Unknown.”

girl problems

So I went to an awesome show on Thursday night, Erick Rincón at the Centro Cultural de España. I like the CCE not just because they usually have good shows and it’s free, but also because it’s got a good atmosphere and there are normally some pretty interesting people there. It’s gotten to the point where I usually know someone there even if I go alone.

I felt particularly good about going on my own on Thursday because I was there mainly to dance and was only really interested in checking out Rincón. Also since in general I love dancing and get really focussed on it, it kind of doesn’t matter if I am with anyone anyway.

But one thing that sucks about going out alone is, even in cooler places like the CCE, you usually run into people (dudes) who assume that you would rather be with them than be alone. Well, they’re not thinking about your druthers at all, actually.

This happened on Thursday night, with a dude who got all huffy when I ditched him to go to the bar. “Qué pedo??!” Then his friend (who was cool, by virtue of the fact that he was wearing headphones at a live music show), came up to me and was like “Didn’t you come with him? Why did you leave him?” “Fuck no, I didn’t come with him… you didn’t either?” Ha, ha. He was like, “Oh, I see.”

It’s not even that the dude was that boring or annoying, just that he wasn’t especially cool, and more importantly, I knew what was on the horizon as soon as he came up to me. This cycle repeated again that evening with someone else, another dude who was way more chill about it, saying, “Don’t worry, I will leave you alone.” But still, I knew what was on the horizon.

I need to develop some kind of way to tell them. “Just because I don’t want to hang with you doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re a skeeze. It just means I don’t want to hang with you.” Even though I shouldn’t have to.

What ends up happening is these people I am less interested in disrupt my opportunities to hang with people I am more interested in. That’s the main thing that annoys me I guess. For example, on Thursday, I ran into my friends Jorch and Alan and a girl who was cool who is a friend of theirs, Lorena. And then an acquaintance, Cuauhtémoc, invited me to the afterparty that I presume Erick Rincón was attending. I was going to go and bring the more chill dude and his friends with me. That is, until they tricked me into going really far away for tacos with them– they told me their taco place was close to the afterparty; in terms of taco joints 10 minutes in taxi is NOT close. I went for tacos in Colonia del Valle instead of partying with people I was interested in getting to know. Fail. So now I kind of just resent the dudes I went for tacos with, even though they were decent enough guys. Other than their disregard for my will, I mean.

I am coming to resent them even more now because the initial guy has called me six times. (I haven’t answered except by text.) Basically I resent it because I knew it. I knew he wasn’t that chill, and I knew he wasn’t really going to leave me alone. It’s like, I try to enjoy whatever conversation gets started because why should I blow off someone just for being friendly. I met one of my favorite people that way (only one, mind you). Also it’s like, less of a waste of time if an interesting conversation can come out of it. But how often does an interesting convo actually happen? And more importantly, how much more time do I waste by trying to give it a chance?

So this is what I am saying. I have to learn to just tell these people. If you have to try that hard, that means it’s not going to happen. Hard-won attention is generally not the type of attention you should want. But then again, if they don’t already know this, how likely is it they will understand if do I tell them?

Lame. I guess I should just tell them to leave me alone from the outset. Even if it costs me a couple of free beers.