Just Another Non Perfect Normal Person

Heal the world

2010-06-26T00:44:00.000-07:00

Anyone that knows me can tell that I have a soft spot for children. Since I was a kid myself, I have loved babies and toddlers. I can play with them for hours. As my mother once said to me "you have the patience of an angel." She never said that to my sister. Apparently, my sister did not enjoy being annoyed by a toddler. However, it is also true that she has been an independent woman since pre-school. She would walk alone one meter in front of my mother and I to the car or to the apartment. Maybe she did not like the idea of a kid clinging on to her. I really do not mind clinging children.

Kids are amazing. They are free from responsibilities. The only worries they have are broken toys, hunger and tiredness. At least that is the case for kids that grow up in an environment like mine; an environment where your parents have no significant debt, minimum problems at work, and a roof over their heads. As a kid, I had my toys to play with, the space to run, and no real reasons for crying. This is not the case for most children and it breaks my heart.

After leaving behind the false reality of childhood, where I thought I could play, sleep, and eat without breaking a sweat, I have learned about those kids who have nothing. These kids play with rocks because they do not have toys, often eat little to nothing a week, and have to work to help their parents with basic expenses. If they cry, they have valid reasons. Reasons no child should have nor go through. I want to make a difference. I want every kid to have a better life. A life without worrying whether they have enough food or not. Hence I pledge to donate money for children in need anywhere around the world. Unfortunately I will have to wait until I get a stable job to support myself as well as the donations. I would like to be able to participate in events like Leona Lewis at the Children in Need concert. However, I have neither the voice nor the money to attend.

So for now, I have chosen to put up the Camfed ad on the right. It is a free way that I can donate but I do need your help. All you have to do is take a quick questionnaire. It is up to you. I am not forcing anyone to do it, but it would be deeply appreciated not only by me, but also by the girl who gets one more day of schooling.

I know, some people prefer donating to other charities, such as natural disasters like Relief for Haiti, diseases like AIDS, and Breast Cancer awareness, as well many other charities. But why not get involved in a variety of them? What if it happens to you? Wouldn't you like a helping hand?

Let's build a better place for everyone. Let's heal the world.

A Non Perfect Normal Person

Word Cup 2010 ° The teams I support

2010-06-17T19:33:00.000-07:00

I am often told: "I notice you have an accent. Where are you from?"

Whenever that question pops up, I always answer: "It's complicated."

For starters, I do not have any memories from the country where I was born, Italy. My family and I moved to Argentina when I was four. I spent most of my childhood there. My mother tongue was lost and the only things that helped me feel still attached to Italy were the home videos my parents took, the Italian style home meals and desserts my mother prepared, such as home made pizza every Sunday and Tiramisu in special occasions, and the Italian music they brought with them. But all of their efforts to keep my Italian language going were in vane; every piece of Italian that I used to have were gone within a few years. Surprisingly enough, the little time I was in Italy is sufficient to support the Italian Soccer team with pride. However, I root for Argentina the most as everything I know and remember comes from there.

Seeing the Soccer World Cup is emotional considering I am neither in Argentina nor in Italy anymore. Whenever the Argentinean's Anthem plays I have an urge to stand up on the sofa with my Argentinean flag hanging from my hands. Meanwhile, my eyes fill up with tears of joy when seeing all Argentineans coming together and celebrating with passion. I only wish I was there to join in as this event is a chance to connect with the rest of Argentineans and Italians all over the world, far and near. So to compensate this desire I wear my Argentina's Soccer T-shirt with my I Love Argentina Cap or my Italian soccer jersey with my Italy Soccer Team's fan scarf whenever one of the two is playing.

I remember there was a match where they were playing against each other. I had no idea who to root for. Good thing I did not yet own any clothing supporting any of the two. If they go against each other this time, I am going to have to mix and match. I believe it is not safe as both countries take their "fútbol" seriously.

I wish both teams luck! Actually... I don't. Luck is for losers

Best wishes for these two amassing teams!! And good luck to Greece :)

A Non Perfect Normal Person

Why is my blog called the way it's called?

2010-06-17T07:54:00.000-07:00

As a German psychoanalyst and psychiatrist, Karen Horney, once said:

° The perfect normal person is rare in our civilization. °

This frase made me realize that many people point out my flaws almost every day. Which means that I am not a perfect normal person. I am common, and I am not afraid to acknowledge my defects. My flaws define my person, but also do my strengths. Being a non perfect person does not mean you do not have virtues; every one has them.

However, through the experiences in life, I have learned that the imperfections are the only way to become better and stronger as you make mistakes because of them. Sometimes I wonder if they really need to be called deficient traits. After all, they end up helping us. The opposite goes to someone's strengths. They can blind us. Let's say, hypothetically speaking, that me or you are a confident person. Tomorrow, there is a presentation in front of the whole class but you are not nervous. You know the subject, Why be nervous? Why practice? When you arrive to class, you do not have your notes. Why bring them? Your presentation starts and you choke. You cannot remember what went after "Good Morning, fellow students... "

This type of circumstances make me think that maybe weaknesses are strengths, and strengths are weaknesses. Or... every trait is both; a flaw and a virtue. So there might not be a chance to be completely perfect. I am sure that I will always live with an imperfection.

This does not apply only to me, but to you as well (I am sure). With that been said, I hope that the experiences that I will write on this Blog will reflect, in a way, on some of yours and, therefore, advices can be given by me and you, to become... well... close to perfect.

Wish you the best,

A Non Perfect Normal Person