40 Days
Hello all.
I used to have a blog but didn’t write in it for six months, amongst essays of topics that do not interest you and essay of topics that interest you even less, you kind of loose the passion to update your internet confessionary box. The semester over, the clock of spare time mocking me from the corner of my eye and the begging question of ‘What the fuck are you doing with your life?’ that comes to mind every time I look in the mirror, are leading me into writing in a Catholic Lent fashion. For the next forty days I will post each day, not necesarily a diary mind you but just whatever introspection comes to mind.
To be honest I have been feeling quite displaced and in searching the root of my malaise I have come to realize that probably its my lack of confession and open bookishness that can be atributted to it. The problem I feel, is that amongst my new circle of friends there isn’t the trust and confidence I had with my old one. Yes, I knew the people back home for longer, yet I feel that these San Diego people are almost afraid of the touchy feely aspect that comes into play of being a friend of mine. Or maybe I should just cross that requierment from my list.
I’ve come to find that American society in general is quite cold and alienating, at least to a boy that comes from a small mexican coastal town where everbody knows everbody, and even if you haven’t seen them in weeks or even years they’ll still hug you like when you would share a beer on the beach back when you where in highschool.
Hope is a waking dream
