Weather / People

Rain tapping. Wind blowing. There’s no place I rather be.

I like wild weather…I really do, even though it’s usually cold.

The streets here aren’t used to this kind of weather, but I am and I really miss it when it’s gone.

I guess weather is just like people. The relationships with the people around you are constantly changing, as so is the weather, but weather makes no excuses for itself, when people do…when I do.

A lot of times, I’ve found myself thinking about some people I used to know that I rarely can relate to the people they are now, and that’s why I say people are just like weather, but some people aren’t like that. 

There’re people who rarely change, or that even if they do they keep being great and lovely, just like the weather in Hawaii or any other idilic island with a blue sky…

There are people who are always sunny, clear, calm and warm, while there are people who are always stormy, freezing, dark and blusterous. And then there’re people who switch constantly and change from one day to another….

You can’t plan on the heart as you just can’t plan on the weather.

Jorge

They say that when you miss someone it’s because they are missing you too.

They say that when you miss someone you need to find something else to fill your day.

They say that when you miss someone it’s because your heart is reminding you that you love them.

They say that when you miss someone it doesn’t matter if you’ve been with them 5 mins ago or 5 decades.

They say that when you miss someone is mainly because you wish they were there by your side.

They say that when you miss someone it hurts, but it hurts even more when you know they aren’t missing you back.

I can tell you a lot of things people say about missing someone, but if I had to add something I guess I could only tell you that everyday I miss a little boy that I love and that I’m always counting the days to see him again and that’s basically it.

Writing habits.

Good morning everyone!

 

But, is it really a good morning? I don’t think so. It’s cloudy and it seems it’s going to start raining son, and even though I like rain I don’t think it’s a good day at all.

 

You might be wondering why such a pessimist point of view this morning, the truth is that I’m wondering that too, but I can’t find a good reason, so basically I know it’s stupid, but I just can’t help it, today I didn’t wake up like if I just won the lottery, instead I’m feeling like one of those people who are sinking in an ocean of loans. The truth is that I’m young enough, or  lucky enough not to have wondered about those things or taken any, what’s really good, considering the options of the people who have taken them recently or lately.

 

 

But, isn’t it unfair that I woke up this way this morning? I’ve had 3 nights in a row filled of night mares instead of dreams.

 

But, the whole world is a big nightmare depending on how you look at it. War has no heart, governments neither, most lovers don’t too, and everyone is focused in anything but the world around them, keep feeding that greed or rage is the only thing they are considering. While the earth screams in the darkest room, knowing surely that her screams won’t bring new tears. No one seems to care.

 

AWAKE!

 

I know we’re fractions of a whole, I know that, and I also know our acting is as important as anyone else acting, but sometimes it just doesn’t feel like… Now and again it seems worse than it is.  I’m also aware of that.

 

 

I’m still alive.

I’m sorry, I know I haven’t written in a while, but I’ve been really busy, traveling and with some schoolwork, but mostly traveling. I’ve been to Paris, Madrid, and Amsterdam this latest days and I’m coming back to Madrid tomorrow. That’s why I didn’t have time to write anything worth reading, and even though this is not what I think I should write, I don’t really have the time to write anything longer, hopefully I’ll go back to writing soon, but I can’t tell you when.

Love, 

Paula, the missing.

By itspaulamartin Posted in English

Look the other way

Society is making me sleep through all this crazed out dreams.

 

I don’t even know what I’m saying.

How pointless this seems, if I don’t know what I’m saying, why do I keep writing?

I don’t know, I’ll know, you won’t, well, maybe you will, who knows?

 

(insert 10 mins pause looking at the ceiling while listening to music here)

 

First of all, I want to talk about anorexia. I know this is a really, really broad topic, but I really want to discuss it.

I guess most of you don’t know, but I’ve been volunteering for the past 5 years, it’s a lot of time and a long story to tell, so I’m just going to talk about a period of time I spent volunteering at one of the hospitals in my city.

4th Floor, I’ll never forget it, I remember myself going directly after my class at 7 30 and spending there a few hours talking to people, mostly kids and teenagers who were spending months or even years in the hospital.

The first time I went I went out crying, not the kind of crying you do when you see something that’s wrong or is extremely sad and you feel terribly bad about it, no, not that kind, the kind of cry that makes you feel as you were nothing and just keeps making you feel worse and worse each second, that kind. But I have to say that it was also the kind of cry that makes you feel strong afterwards and capable of everything. That was the awesome part about it. I kept coming back every week, even several times a week to talk to this kids and teenagers. Most of the fantastic teenagers I had the honor to meet were small women, all with anorexia nervosa.

This girls were strong, optimistic, funny, intelligent and amazing in every way they could be, but they committed a terrible mistake, well, actually, they didn’t, it was society the one who did it. I’m so tired of those magazines, the ones that claim that weighing more than 50 kg or 110 pounds is a crime, the ones who only show girls who are extremely skinny…. a lot of girls who read this magazines don’t know what they are being shown, which is a terrible and completely unrealistic image of the world’s reality. Let’s be clear. They are trying to sell an image of beauty which doesn’t match health standards in most cases, turning this girls into girls with anorexia or bulimia. Nowadays you can even find tips to be an girl with anorexia or bulimia, how crazy is that? am I the only one who sees it this way?

 

I really want to show you, if you hadn’t seen it. These are some ”thin commandments” I found on the internet…..

If you aren’t thin, you’re ugly.
Being thin is way more important than being healthy.
You must do anything to make yourself look thinner.
Thou shall not eat without feeling guilty.
Thou shall not eat fattening foods without punishing yourself accordingly.
Thou shall always count calories.
The scale is everything.
Losing=Life, Gaining=Death
You must become thin.
Being thin and perfect are signs of true determination.

 

 

ENOUGH.

This isn’t something girls do to draw attention, this is a serious problem and society must realize that. We can’t keep on reading this like this on the internet followed by comments like ”Thanks for your help, I’ve lost 30 pounds or 10 kg so far!!!”

I think it’s really important to be healthy, but it’s not necessary to be extremely skinny for that.

 

Travel often.

It’s ages since I last wrote a post, I hope you aren’t upset or anything, it’s just that I’ve been really busy, doing a lot of things I like, reading, planning, meeting people I love or, to sum it up, just living.

For those who don’t know, I’m studying arts now, I guess somehow that’s making me realize some things otherwise I wouldn’t. I’m more concentrated on doing things I really like, instead doing things I have to do, but I keep doing some basic things I need to do, obviously.

So… a few months ago I told my friend I wanted to go somewhere, just to travel, anyone who knows me, knows how much I love traveling…

Where am I flying to?

Let’s hear a timpani roll…

Amsterdam, in exactly 2 months, well, technically, I’m going to Brussels by plane then taking a train to Amsterdam. I’ve been to Amsterdam three times in the past 2 years, but only at the airport, which is really disappointing, considering that last time I was there I had to wait for about 3 hours to take another plane, and so I had to  visit every shop and buy myself some coffee at Starbucks. It was terrible, but this time, I’m going to visit the city, with one of my best friends, all alone, and I’m sure we’re going to have an amazing time there.

I guess you’ll be surprised that I’m talking about something that is 2 months away from now, but I’m really excited, plus, in between I’ll go to Madrid and up to the mountains, and again, I don’t think I’ll have much time to write.. it’s a pity, but I’m contented with writing 1 each week or two weeks so that you know I’m still alive.

I’ll keep you updated of anything that passes through my mind, actually, I have a lot of stuff I’d really like to discuss here and write about.

Anyway, I hope you are living your life to the fullest and taking the best out of it!