Just The Two Of Us
You’re probably noticed that I’ve been splitting my writing time between here and Sin Imprenta (yes, that’s the fourth time I link to it in successive posts). In one of my latest posts over there, somebody complained that he didn’t understand dick about it. Nashira, sharp as usual, pointed out that I’ve been venting my weirdness there, since I don’t have any other outlets for it. Which is mostly true, really, and kinda sad, in a “I’m a self-made man” kind of way. But I’ve had to reign myself in for the past year, because the humor here is so retarded and most of the people are so simple that 75% of everything I say, nobody gets. That results in a lot of weird shit piled up, which gets output as Sin Imprenta fodder. I write it in spanish, for Christ’s sake! That should give you an idea of how badly I need some intelligent discourse in my native tongue. It’s ironic that in the end the stuff I write is so weird that nobody gets it anyway. I just need to get it out. I’ll even dare say I like it, as in “If I read that stuff and somebody else had written it, I would think he was cool”. It does make me miss my friends from back home, which is something I don’t like to admit.
You see, moving out was somewhat of a Good Thing &tm;, necessary, even. I was well aware of what I was giving up, but the “On this hand… On the other hand” test showed a clear advantage of moving the fuck out of Ecuador and into first-world territory. Besides, a good portion of my friends had already moved out, or would in the near future. Plus, more money, more vacations, more opportunities to travel around, first world environment and shit? Sign me up!
So I did, and I don’t regret it at all. Except for the natives, that is. Spaniards, in general, suck. Let’s face it: the people here, with few exceptions, are just people I hang out with. My friends are elsewhere. Most of them, I don’t write to. They also don’t write to me. I forget their birthdays, they forget mine, and a bunch of other niceties.
You know what? You’re still my friends. Now send me some fucking presents!
Chase Ransom wrote:
Whoa! Like Cheeck said in “From Dusk til Dawn”, “Alright Alright Alright”. And then he goes into this long and classic rant about all the types of pussy they have.
I will neither confirm nor deny if I forget yer birthday. I am almost sure I always remember it, but I lack the evidence to back that up and therefore, will leave it earmarked “to be resolved”.
Time for confession? OK I havent gone and read your stuff in Sin Imprenta. I think it is because I am a little turned off by the thought of you writting in spanish - which is a little weird since you and I speak in both face to face. I dunno. I’ll go read the stuff. Dont know what your complaint is about ppl here not getting your humor. I get it (and was completely unaware - except for the cowbell incident recently - that others didnt grasp it). Keep it coming you slinky freak.
Going to spain = two fully erect penises. Peni? Interesting. Staying in Ecuador and watching your life and the world decay through a 28.8kbps connection that is shotty at best = one limp dick. Read nothing into this, you Freudians.
Anyway, I have one thing to say in conclusion: I got your present right here (_(_)
No that’s old school
F it
Posted 20 Dec 2005 at 2:31 pm ¶
blu wrote:
I do tend to forget your birthday even though i know when it is, which is weird. In any case i hope i’m on the friends list that would eventually get the fuck out of ecuador. In the meantime, i enjoy your writing as much here as i do in Sin Imprenta. In any case, sometimes i acutally do write to you, but never send it, it would break habit, and i don’t think i’m ready for that.
Posted 20 Dec 2005 at 6:05 pm ¶
nashira wrote:
First, you forgot my birthday. Hence, you do suck. Are you asking for kind words? Go to hell, you cheap freak.
Now, to the next subject: A confused guy goes first world only to find out the obvious and write about it. Her friend will state the obvious from there on and be a bitch.
Yes, it’s obvious that you’re talking abouth your life. And about the results of the decisions you took. It’s not being discussed here that the quality of life, in terms of security and amenities like internet and material stuff is better there. If that’s what you’re expecting from life (not that there’s anything wrong with that), go for it and don’t complain.
But my guess is you’re not only talking about that.
I know a lot of people who stayed here and feel fine with that decision. I don’t think that leaving automatically makes you a better, or smarter, or braver or cooler person or even just a plain person. I don’t think “leaving” is a good decision per se. If you think that staying here would’ve turned you into a mediocre loser, then you already were that before leaving.
Still not completely happy with your life as you know it? See what is it that makes your life worth living. Not life in general, but your life. Not what Dingo here or Marla there say what it should be. What is it that makes it enjoyable? What is it that makes it better? We all tick for different reasons, and my guess again is that you haven’t found out what makes you tick. Or you haven’t gone for it yet.
You know my friend Jaime who lives there in Madrid. I never heard him talk shit about Ecuador or third world countries. He complained from time to time, but he didn’t talk shit, if you get the difference. What he knew about Ecuador, we all know. He laughed about the dumb and pathetic things that go around here, but he lives in Madrid because he wanted to go THERE. Not just “go somewhere else” because his life or just life here sucked. He’s happy there. I’m not comparing you or anyone else with him. I’m using him as an example of the attitude that I personally think it’s the best one, the one that will make you happy and enjoy yourself, your life. He’s a brilliant thinker, deep, caring and funny guy, fully compromised with what he does, with his art, his ideas and with the world and the people that sorround him. He’s not afraid to live. That’s what makes him great, that’s what’s admirable of him. Not just that “he had the guts to leave”. That’s stupid.
I’m sorry, honey, but this time I’m not even considering being a cheerleader for the stuff you wrote here. I really love you, you know that, but I’m up to here of this yadda-yadda-I’m lonely-in-the-world babbling. The world is what you make of it. What you choose to see of it, to enjoy from it. It’s not them, it’s not the spaniards. It’s not the place. (With a Marlon Brando Godfathery voice): It’s you. Think about it.
P.S. I really love you and yes, I miss you too, but there are things that must be said. Or that I must say, anyway. To you, that is. Ok, I’ll STFU. :*
Posted 20 Dec 2005 at 8:58 pm ¶
Chase Ransom wrote:
???
!!!!
F it.
Posted 20 Dec 2005 at 9:15 pm ¶
nashira wrote:
Different readings, I guess.
If everything’s fine and cristal clear, you just don’t talk or write about that.
Posted 20 Dec 2005 at 9:23 pm ¶
Blind Willie wrote:
You got it wrong. The remark about not understanding the Administator’s humour was made because of a post written for Sin Imprenta.
Posted 21 Dec 2005 at 12:23 am ¶
nashira wrote:
Just for the record, two things, Dr.:
1) It’s “his friend”, not “her friend”. I don’t think you’re a woman, not even one in disguise.
2) When I said “If you think that staying here would’ve turned you into a mediocre loser, then you already were that before leaving“, I didn’t mean to say that you, alvarete, were a mediocre loser. I’m using the impersonal “you”, the one that sometimes people use instead of saying “someone”; I was talking about other people I know who left this country because of that reason, and believe me, they’re still losers out there. I hope you read it that way and know me enough so you won’t take it wrong. I really mean this: I almost choke when I re-read it and it crossed my mind that you could wrongfully interpret it like that.
You rock, I’ll never think less of you. But, except for that parragraph, the rest of my rant stays the same, because you complain too much.
\\//_
Posted 21 Dec 2005 at 12:48 am ¶
Chito wrote:
Everybody blows off steam in a differente way. I do a lot of things, like playing a fighting game for hours, or listent to what some people call “angry music” like pantera and the likes or whatever I feel like doing at that moment.
Alvarte, as of late, has been blowing off his steam by writting here and complaining about things. Wich, for me, it’s cool. I understand exactly what he’s complaingin about. I’m kinda dealing with those things right now. I moved to Denmark threee weeks ago and know first hand what it feels like to leave everything behind in order to go somewhere where you don’t know anybody and have to start from zero. It’s alomst like being born but this time you’re aware of what your past life was like.
Besides, Alvarete has been in Spain for almost a year and he might like being there, but may not be totally comfortable with that. I’ve been told by a lot of people who had lived in a lot of countries all their lifes that it takes you at least two years to get used to it. It’s like after two years, you KNOW that you’re living somewhere else. Before that you were just aware of it. Like Mopheous said: “There’s a different with knowing the path, than walking the path”. Guess that applies to that.
About Alvarete’s sense of humor, I’m also one of the few lucky one who does understand it. The ones who don’t get it, either don’t know him or aren’t smart enough to get it (no offence to anybody).
Posted 22 Dec 2005 at 1:59 am ¶
Chase Ransom wrote:
Chichi you must be the most stressed out mother f’er on the planet because you play fighting games more and better than anyone I have ever met I think.
Hmmm…two years? That could be about right. Depends quite a bit on the personality of the individual and the circumstances surrounding him/her.
F Xmas! Can I get an AMEN?
Posted 22 Dec 2005 at 11:09 pm ¶
towkits wrote:
To all of you outside Ecuador, here some ronpope, a hug a pat on the back, the usual wassup m t f, and a very f happy christmas to yall.
Posted 23 Dec 2005 at 2:06 pm ¶
Omega_X wrote:
My friend… just came across your website and wanted to say: HELLO MOTHERFUCKER, too much time has passed. Where should I send you my Christmass presents?
:)
have a great time k?
Luciferux.
Posted 29 Dec 2005 at 9:14 pm ¶
nashira wrote:
Omega, baby, you should send the presents for big gay al to my address here in Guayaquil. They’ll never reach him but you’ll make a pretty girl happy.
Posted 29 Dec 2005 at 9:59 pm ¶
alvarete wrote:
Who is this pretty girl you speak of? I’d like to meet her.
Posted 30 Dec 2005 at 12:33 am ¶
nashira wrote:
You already know her, she goes by the name of Chalito in the daylight.
Posted 02 Jan 2006 at 1:24 am ¶
alvarete wrote:
Which standard of beauty are we using here? The “I’m blind as a motherfucker, 15th century style” one?
Posted 02 Jan 2006 at 10:02 am ¶
nashira wrote:
Real beauty has no standards…
However, if you feel the urge to play the funny guy role, I recommend using humour “XIX century british style”, and/or if you must curse no matter what, then it’s “NY Friars Club” style.
And now, for something completely different…
Posted 02 Jan 2006 at 6:48 pm ¶
Blind Willie wrote:
“Real beauty has no standards”…
Yup, once you’ve downed 10 shots anything goes.
P.S. If the circumstances weren’t as they are, I’d deffinetely do you.
Am I a sweet-talking guy or what?
Posted 06 Jan 2006 at 6:46 pm ¶
nashira wrote:
“what”
;)
Posted 06 Jan 2006 at 10:15 pm ¶