Category: Thoughts

I Am My Priority

These past couple of months, I’ve learned to prioritize my physical, mental and especially my emotional well being over everything. I repeat, over everything! Some people may think it’s selfish but experience has taught me that no one is responsible for my happiness except me. 
No one can understand me better than myself, no one can feel what I feel and no one can or should determine how I should feel about something. Feelings are very complicated and translating them into words can be very challenging sometimes (at least for me); but that doesn’t mean they are not valid, that they are not real or important. The fact that I’m feeling it means it’s real and there is something causing it. 
I’m learning to take time to identify and understand my emotions, whether good or bad and try to figure out their roots. It’s not an easy process. Dealing with positive feelings, like happiness, is not as challenging as the negative ones such as envy or anger. Sometimes there are feelings that I don’t want to deal with because the truth behind them hurts. We are human. It’s normal to experience “bad feelings”. It doesn’t make us bad people; it all depends on the actions we take while in that state.
It has helped me learn about myself and understand the person that I am, understand why I act in a particular way in certain situations by knowing what triggers certain emotions. My goal is to do more of the things that make me happy and never apologize for it. Peace of mind and happiness are very important and subjective. Find your happy place and live it.

First Times

First times are unique. They can’t be repeated, can’t be scripted or rewritten. First times are special because they are pure. They are approached with innocence, ingenuity, like you kind of have a clue but then you don’t. First times remain imprinted in your memory forever and you can’t substitute it with another. No matter how many times after the first, the first will always be the only. 

The first time is unforgettable just as the people you share the experience with. If you want to try something new, something important or significant, make sure it’s with someone worth remembering. Don’t waste the beauty of first times with just anybody because erasing that person from your mind will be almost impossible.

The Morning After (That’s Alcohol Talk Except You Were Sober)

I lay here… Laughing to myself as I think of how I remained in the same position I had fallen asleep in. Only this time my modesty is covered. I check the time. It’s quite early but you are not here. No note, no text, just a confused mixture of memories and blurry dreams. I spend the next hour separating the reality of last night from my perversed dreams that followed. The alcohol in my system is forcing me to get out of bed but my body won’t move. Slave to sudden mini heart attacks that quake my being anytime I realize which of the many thoughts flooding my mind had actually happened. 

The song… What was it again?! I hit the search button and right before I press play my conscience whispers to me 

“Foolish girl. You are a foolish and hopeless lover.”

I try to shut out the voice by remembering how you asked me to listen to the lyrics of the song. It looked like I focused on something else but I actually listened and felt the words when you asked me to. They built up the pleasure that I wanted to transmit into your soul by staring deep into your eyes. You probably didn’t realize. Do you remember you sang to me? I have that image of your lips stuck in my mind. How they came together to say the word “you.” They looked perfect. That’s the most treasured image I have from last night. I saw all of you, but that was my favorite thing to see.

“Foolish! He dropped that bomb on you last night before all this madness began. Is he even thinking about it like you are doing?” 

No note, no text. I have to admit that my conscience is getting to me. Going about the day like nothing happened but I’m still here, same spot since the madness ended. Two hours have passed. My body continues to ignore my mind’s instructions and my mind is too busy with other thoughts; my bladder could burst and I probably won’t realize. I seriously haven’t been able to think of anything else. Ok well the two phone calls that I ended in a haste because clearly my interests were somewhere else. 


This has to be the last time. This is not about to be a thing. I keep repeating to myself in denial that I’m a bit hurt inside. No text. Do I even want to talk about it? No. Maybe. I don’t know. Lately I don’t know a lot of things. What am I doing? What are we doing?

ENOUGH! I yell to my conscience as I finally decide to get out of bed. I pass the mirror and see my bare self. Flash backs remind me of what I had allowed you to see. What I had decided to share. How ok everything felt. No shame.

I walk into the bathroom consoling myself with the thought that everything that happened was mutual and consensual. No need to make a big deal out of it. 

“Yeah but is the feeling mutual?”


“Is he?”

I open the shower with a lot more strength than I need hoping the sound of the water distracts me from my unforgiving conscience. I sit on the floor of the tub and allow my body to be cleansed. Now thoughts and memories rush in like the water that’s hitting my skin. I think my favorite memory is of you telling me how you like listening to me and that you could listen to me all day. That’s alcohol talk except you were sober.I was the one intoxicated.

By the way that’s one of the sweetest things you’ve said to me. I never told you, but I have a box in my heart where I keep all the sweet things you tell me.

I remember them.

Know that I remember.

I remember how wide your eyes got while you told me take it easy. You didn’t know my fragile looking body could handle all that wine. I know you liked how the pink poison made me look on the outside -sexy is what you said and I must confess I loved how that word rolled out your mouth- but inside there was a hurricane of mixed feelings. A mess. And I was scared that this liquid would be the combustible substance that will burn me out with the sparks we were creating.

The morning after…

We are just going about our business.

Girls, Water Parks,Boys and… Self Confidence.

So some time during the summer, I went to the water park with three friends just to chill you know.. “Girls girls” Lol. I’m kind of adventurous so I was so excited to try the “scary” rides. Once we got there we began to explore the different rides the park had to offer. We started with the pretty simple ones and it was all fun but the wild side of me couldn’t wait to try the highest ride in the park. Well it was the first time I was going to a water park with them so I didn’t really know how adventurous they were. Well I found out as soon enough but I thought I was going to be able to convince them to join me for the highest ride and I was really determined.
As we walked towards the ride two girls gave up on me so I was left with “a ride or die.” The ride required two people (well, not really but I thought going in pairs would have been more fun.) Guess what! After being in line for what seemed to me like forever, my “ride or die” also gave up on me. I couldn’t believe it. I thought I had done a pretty good job convincing her to overcome her fear and try something new (I just really enjoy watching people experience something for the first time.) So yeah she left me there alone with my double float. Coincidentally someone in the line also had their partner give up on them so he joined me and oh my! That adrenaline rush was everything!

Okay but this is not even the main focus of my story. Pardon me for being this long. Lol! Anyway my main issue is the comment my friend made while I was still recovering from my excitement. She said <These rides are too intense; at least if we had boys to ride with, I wouldn’t be this scared. They would protect us.>

Aldkdbjvhcvc!!! Excuse me…What?! I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t believe she made that statement. I don’t even think she really understood the implications of that statement. You need a guy to take you on a ride so you won’t be afraid?! Why?! What’s he going to do? Protect you? How?! What happened to self confidence? Why can’t you be strong for yourself? Why don’t you work on finding strength from within yourself instead of looking for it in someone else? In a guy. I was just amazed because I never expected a statement like that from her.

Ok so it’s common knowledge that men are physically stronger than women. PHYSICALLY. My thing is, It shouldn’t apply to every aspect of our living. I’m always rooting for women who are on a journey of self love and finding strength and confidence in theirselves. It’s not an easy journey since we are constantly being conditioned to think that no matter our accomplishments or our capabilities a man has to be in the picture. I’m not saying we should start a war against guys. What bothers me is not the fact that she feels like she needs a man but the reason. I mean there’s nothing the guy is going to other than sit in the donut with you just like any other person. I just thought to myself that if she could make such a statement on such a simple matter, what would her thoughts be on much complex situations. I just thought it was sad!