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As if it wasn't bad enough that I can't connect (for free) to any signals here at Borders, my phone has to freeze while I'm trying to check my facebook account. First it was the battery which wouldn't work on me, and now I can't use the mobile web service I'm paying for. I think Verizon must hate its customers. (However, on its behalf, it doesn't seem to be half as bad a provider as AT&amp;amp;T which has royally screwed over my uncle. His phone just broke down for the millionth time it seems and he's not getting another one until Monday.) I really need to go and see if they can fix it yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Andalus'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    On other news, it looks like it's going to rain. I like rain, just not when I have to go outside. Well, maybe that's not entirely true. I am just cranky because of the weather. What I really hate is hot muggy weather. It always seems to put me in a nasty mood. I should be happy at least for now because I get to catch up on my much needed sleep tonight. These past few days have been terrible. I've practically become an insomniac because I've had things to do for other people.  I'm happy that this weekend I'm free to sleep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Andalus'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    Lastly, at least for this post since I have to leave in a few, I've been thinking about writing again. I'm not quite ready to give it a full go though. I've barely started to become comfortable with the thought of writing something. It's such a big step for me to write something, especially fiction. I always feel I have to censor myself, as if I can't be completely blunt or honest about things. (I know the terms honesty and fiction don't seem to go together at first, but I will write another post on that. Let's just say in this one that for me they do.) It will be a while before I attempt to write some fiction, if I ever do. I think that writing some nonfiction about something like politics or current events would be easier and something I might attempt before I venture into fiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Andalus'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    I've wanted to write a book since I was a child. For one reason or another that idea never moved past a flirtation. What am I so afraid of? Well, many things. I can't claim not to know what I'm afraid of exactly. One of those things is my inability to be open, really open and just write. Another is that I didn't feel like I had enough life experience to write a book before. I feel like I needed to experience more things, even though I also argued with myself that the Bronte sisters wrote even though they lived the life of a recluse. I don't know. I just really don't know at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Andalus'&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290496566064302185-550663088403618921?l=navidatudopodeacontecer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today though, I decided that I would start anew. Things can’t change unless I do something about it, even if it is something small. For example, I now have a gym membership. It doesn’t sound like much, but I believe it is a step forward. Sound body leads to a sound mind, no?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s the first step towards taking charge of things for me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve also done “housecleaning” without meaning to, at least consciously. Subconsciously it’s been a long time coming. I’ve decided that I will surround myself with positive people from now on. Life is difficult enough as is without more problems and negativity. Friends are people who wish you the best and want you to do well. They aren’t people who push you and belittle everything and everyone in your life. There are some people who push you to be better, and sometimes there are some who just push you to feel worse. It’s the difference between true friends and those that have other motives. That’s not what I need in my life. I don’t need to figure out other people’s motives. All I need to know is that whatever those may be, they result in someone caring more about them than about being a good friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is something existentialist to this. I’m reminded of Kafka’s &lt;u&gt;The Trial.&lt;/u&gt; The main character goes through this whole nonsensical trial when he could just have walked out. I think that we all tend to do this in our life. We are the ones who create a great deal of our problems. Why don’t we just refuse to play the game? I’m not suggesting that this attitude would solve all of life’s problems by any means. However, I do believe that it would solve a good many of them. Get rid of all the problems that you can control, and then you only have to survive the ones that you don’t. Get rid of everything that you place upon yourself. Say enough, I won’t play your game to all the toxic people and situations in your life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As long as your conscience is clear and at the end of the day you have done the best you could in the situation you are faced with, that’s all that matters. It isn’t my job to help people who delight in putting others down. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have enough going on in my life to also put up with problems created by others for me, especially when it’s for reasons that don’t even have anything to do with me. I may not be able to solve everything, but when there is something I can do, I will. I will say enough is enough and I will not let others try to spoil my day or my relationships with others. I know why I like the people I do. If I know that deep down that they are good people regardless of what family or background they come from, then that is all that matters. I know who I associate with and why I associate with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2290496566064302185-1093910139038381491?l=navidatudopodeacontecer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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