For the good guys/girls.
The following which I’m about to write will probably be in part written in what we all know as Spanglish. I apologize for the inconveniences.
Mira, honestly, no one really fits in perfectly. Not at school, at college, at work, in his or her family, or even in his or her closest group of friends. Everyone’s felt as an outsider once. We all have felt the pressure of not wanting to change who were are, but still yearning to fit in, find someone, anyone, that can at least share one interest, one same point of view, or even laugh at the same joke, and that’s when we fight with ourselves to just get the fuck over panicking, y el ser tímido, and just get the fuck out there and let people see who we are. In this process, a veces perdemos la noción de donde termina el expresar y enseñales a todos quién tú eres, qué te gusta, and how things work for you, y comenzamos a ser otras personas; a hacer cosas que pensamos únicas, pero que realmente no lo son, que simplemente las adoptamos porque sería cool el hecho de que lo hicieramos cuando nadie más alrededor nuestro lo hacía, y a veces, we just turn, or try to, into them. Reality is, nunca sabes por cuánto tiempo vas a estar rodeado por el mismo grupo de personas, por lo que, what about when the people that used to surround you aren’t the same anymore? What if esas manías que adoptaste, ahora son el everyday routine de todos esos alrededor tuyo, o de simplemente dos o tres, por lo que nuevamente, you don’t fit in?
And what if we were better better raised, and we know that the best way to make friends, or have the slightest social life is to just be ourselves, and we are, we are ourselves, but apparently nothing works? You are everything you are, you show yourself just how you are, not any kind of problem in expressing yourself, but people still look at you like a freak show. Just keep being ourselves, right? There are people that love us like we are, why change? Fuck them, right? But, then, you start suspecting that the reasons everyone looks at you like a freak show are the same those people that love you so much, one time fought with you over them, telling you that they were flaws you had to change, or just the manías you know you should sometime change.
Then is when you start checking yourself over, reviewing every detail. Some just don’t care. Some just keep being just like they are, not caring if they’re coming off to strong to different people who just want their friendship. If we have an amazing balance of both, de estar abiertos hacia otras personas, aceptando sus gustos, opiniones y pensamientos distintos, pero si no les gusta como somos, pues, fuck them, we may just be clear.
What about when we know we read certain someone crystal clear? But this is someone we don’t even know, how can we be sure? Humbly and honestly, we don’t know, and we don’t care, but we would bet with a gun in our mouth that we know the real intentions of that person, that we just know that person isn’t exactly what he or she portrays to be. It’s like a hunch, right? Some kind of energy that gets to you by looking at that person’s picture, or an aura you feel by just passing by them, maybe without even having talked to that person. We don’t know how, but we are really sure; not dead sure, but really, really very sure. Are we based to have that opinion? Of course, we are allowed to have our own opinion, no matter what; free country, hello. But, is that opinion, that guess, well-justified? Maybe we have our hints and clues, but how can we be sure-sure? Aren’t we just doing what most of us says is one of the things that has society so rotten: prejudice? We see so many people just sniffing that persons ass, good people that get so into that fake portrayal, they just admit and even scream how the simply want to sleep with that person. They say they like his or her edginess, mystery, and bad guy/girl rep. And we, the good guys/girls, always end up looking like the moral police. We have our bad side, too, but we don’t go around breaking hearts as a game. We’ve been there, and it’s no fun. It hurts, it burns, and it kills. So we don’t mess with that. Reality is, after saying it once, or twice, it’s up to them to decide if they will continue the ass-sniffin’.
We may say we’re right, we may, as I mentioned, bet anything that we know the truth. But, truth is, at the end, is just prejudice, until someone else proves it true.
And there is someone in this motherfuckin’ huge planet that loves you, just how you are. He or she knows that you are a good person, and will have facts to prove it.
*This doesn’t apply to people that would swear they’re good people, but in reality just are inconsiderate, pompous, self-absorbed bitches and jerks.
