It’s dissapointing to see your close friend be in the most ridicolous relationship there could be. Seems like she has no love for herself. I dont’ understand. And sometimes I do ask myself “do I not understand this because i havn’t been in ‘love’? But yet, what kind of love is that? It sure is a love that I would not want to be in. All she says is ’ I know, but you dont understand’
Well maybe I never want to understand. Its too much. I believe I’ve been in love before too, but I think I love myself too much than to be with someone who disrespects me. Yes, I’ve had those moments where it takes an eternity to get over someone and just wish you could have him back everyday, even after the hell they made you go through. However, to get back with them , I don’t think so. I have given second chances before, Im not that prideful and stubborn, but they never worked out.
My friend she is an intelligent, beautiful humble girl. She’s the kind of girl that every guy wants, seriously! everywhere we go there isn’t one time that a guy asks for her name and tells her how beautiful she is. Now to see her with a guy who doesn’t appreciate her at all is frustrating.
My life isn’t perfect either, though I am happy as I can be. I love how my life is at this moment, and I’m glad I never looked back.
One thing I learned is no matter what you advice they’ll always make their own choices and thats okay. Everyone makes their own life decisions.
Like my mom always says, “si ellos estan felizes asi dejalos, cada uno tiene su manera de ser feliz” - If they are happy leave them alone, everyone has their own way of being happy. And she’s right.
[…] Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”
But I didn’t.
I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”
My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”
So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”
Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”
I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”
However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.
But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.
When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”
Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.
“Ladies, if you have to ask a man, “Where is this going?”, the answer is nowhere. You should know your place, and you should be the only female in that place. Men are naturally like hunters. Once they know what they want, they go for it, no holding back. There should be no second guessing, ifs or buts or maybes. If he wants you to be his girl, he’d ask you. If he wants you to be his wife, he’d propose. It’s that simple. You shouldn’t have to ask a man if he is YOUR man. And no lady likes a little boy with eyes for everyone. Respect yourself enough to walk away from someone who doesn’t know, isn’t quite sure or is still thinking about it, despite how much you may care about them. Men always go hard for what they truly want, so if he isn’t going hard for you, you are not what he wants.”—Knowing Your Place (via rainydaysandblankets)
“Being Mexican American is tough. Anglos jump all over you if you don’t speak English perfectly, Mexicans jump all over you if you dont speak Spanish perfectly. Why’re you laughing? What’s so funny? I’m serious! …Japanese Americans, Italian Americans, German Americans, their homelands are on the other side of the ocean, ours is right next door, right over there. And we gotta prove to the Mexicans how Mexican we are, and we gotta prove to the Americans how American we are. We gotta be MORE Mexican than the Mexicans, and MORE American than the Americans; both at the same time! It’s exhausting! Man, nobody knows how tough it is to be Mexican American.”—
“You know what I think we are most afraid of? Not knowing. Not knowing whether it’s all really worth it. Not knowing if you should give up or keep fighting. Not knowing why you do the things you do; not knowing the purpose. It’s like when you’re little and you touch the stove and get burned because you didn’t know that it was hot. Not knowing has always hurt us, from the every beginning.”—(via red2a)