How to Deal with Rude people?

Hello!!! 
Today I need a space to speak up my mind without any concerns that people might get offended about my thoughts...


Lately, I have noticed that people seem not to care about what I have to say! This is not helping my self esteem... For example, I might be having an interesting conversation with someone and the third person comes along. Then, they start talking to each other as if they were by themselves. I mean, I know I should not be self centered, but what can I do? I try to participate in the conversation and people look at me and continue on with their own topics... without acknowledging my points of view.  
In addition to that, I continue to feel that I don't belong... I don't belong here in a foreign country nor in my own... I wonder how my life would be if I decided to go back at my age to a place where I might not have the same commodities that this country offers Commodities to me come along loneliness... Yeah, I few people had warned me about the other face of evil and ambition. However, I never thought it would be my case to experiment these feelings of emptiness. 
However, even when I experience my origins, I still feel that I do not belong... I wish I could find that intermediary place in my life where the sky blue could be real blue, and my dreams could become true.

I hate the networking philosophy; people should get to places by their talents, 

not by their social skills.

I think about it, and I am really? Do I really know someone to consider my best friend? and Does someone really considers me their true friend? I can't ask this question openly... but I know the answer does not contain a great number... Some people say, who wants friends when family is more important? I say friends are needed when a family fails to provide the key survivor components of a healthy life (e.g. Malsow hierarchy of needs). 
I truly recommend not to have children...if you are not sure about having them, loving them until you die... . Children are a big responsibility... and no one ever realizes that until a reality check hits their lives.


I jumped from: how people ignore me as I speak... to everyone needs a friend... to immature grownups having children...

Immigrant Workers March

What is free writing?

Yoga class 9:15 am; these stretches are working out. I feel much more happy confident and relax after practicing Yoga. I am a beginner. I am not a great athlete, thus I have participated in cross country, track and filed and dancing. Honestly, I never enjoyed them more than what I enjoy Yoga today. I like to push my body to maintain the poses asked by the teacher such as Chair, Warrior I, Warrior II and today Warrior III. This last one a terrible disaster. Anyways, I enjoy it so much that I am willing to add a Yoga routine to my life style. I have heard great thing about it and most importantly I feel so great during and after practicing a pose, even tree!
Moving on to another subject, todays challenge is to find out "what is free writing?" Well, I know what it means and how to do it. However, I am intrigued by the capacity of a brain to just write about anything comes to mind either focused, or not. While brainstorming about my ethnic identity, Art and Festivities came to my mind. A process that transported me to another place in the world. These thoughts dancing around the tip of my pen took me to Bellas Artes; a cultural center in Mexico City. Its white color and marmol floors. Its big structure and naked angels. Then looking towards my left La Alameda; a park next to Bellas Artes. A contrast. The rich and the poor, transported me to the time of Diego Rivera. The muralistic era, an era that opened the doors to popular Mexicans to art. An art that look like themselves and that even felt the grief they felt, the oppression by those who held and still have the power. An art that was designed for them because it was free, it was implanted to the walls were they probably stand by or waited for their love ones. Moving on, this art transfered my thoughts and my soul to Madero, where great talented dancers, wizards, live statues, actors and musicians displayed their love to art. I imaginged myself walking through those streets where museums are open everyday but mondays and where collectionist display their treasures. Where, the smell of old books are dedicated to a sole street... where the majority of educated population is worth a million. Where ideas and art flow... Where flavored delicious food can be found almost in any corner or parking lot. I love this city. I love its art. I love its landscape from above. Even its churches and am not religious! I am in love with the talent they have the greatest treasure of all within themselves.
this is my free writing. Yes, am not going to proofread or correct anything!
Love <3

Resolutions!

Resolutions!

Today like any other day I woke up late and in a rush. I cannot describe how much I hate waking up just an hour before I have to go to work, school, and pretty much anywhere. When I am still in bed, I have tried to convince myself that I have more time. But, it does not work that way. I have to wake up when the first alarm goes on! But, I don’t do that.  Since, I start my days in a rush my days continue to be an entire rush. However, today I have finally encountered the solution to lower my stress levels (which I hate). This is my plan and I am going to put it to practice… I am going to start waking up at 6pm sharp! Yay! If I do this I will have time to do my hair and have some fruit as breakfast (mental note- wash the fruits really well). I will try to do my make up as well… Let see how it goes. What is important about this evil plan is not to tell Alex what’s going on. The importance to this is to be able to do it independently. I will let Alex pick up the pace later. I think is a great idea because I don’t want to push him. This is my decision. It is my choice to do this. Not his. That way I can’t blame it on him if I don’t follow through my goals. It is also important to do this even the days I don’t have school or work… maybe an hour later then because that will not mess up my habit. Some time ago I learned that a habit takes 28 days to be fully adopted and will only take one day to be disrupted. But this will help me with my college work, which may seem easy. College, it is easy. However, there are some other factors like the lack of discipline and commitment one has that affects performance. The solutions are honesty to one self and always take one step at a time. Well, I think I did more than 15 minutes on blogging today… jajaja. Thanks for your attention!