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Extremist

1. All or nothing
2. All or nothing
3. All or nothing
4. All or nothing
5. All or nothing
6. All or nothing
7. All or nothing
8. All or nothing
9. All or nothing
10. All or nothing

x 3 = a life

But this is getting old

Box Of Feelings: Assignment #1

Loosely nspired by Miranda July and Harrell Fletcher‘s Learning to Love You More Project, I am going to propose myself with assignments I must complete throughout this year.

I want to instill my version of the project with heavy emotions I usually only keep very hidden inside my head/heart.

This particular project will be called BOX OF FEELINGS and you can participate too, if you want. Take a picture of yourself before and after you complete the assignment and send it to idealistico.wordpress@gmail.com.

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Assignment #1: Find a corridor where there is no one and cry for the sake of your own emotions

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Feelings are never to be underestimated.

Five people and a band

Things that happened to me while I was in New York:

1. We hired a shuttle bus service to get to the city. It took way too long and I got impatient twice. The long time got me angry too and I even thought the driver wanted to kindnap us. He won us over though, for he managed to say something nice to every single passenger as they got off the van. We overtipped him.

2. Our first night out almost turned sour because we took the wrong subway line, which led us to a random place in Brooklyn. Then we waited for 30 min in the wrong side of the platform until we figured that one out. Luckily, we ended up in a nice little alternative spot, in which we saw The Pains of Being Pure at Heart totally by chance.

3. A nice saleswoman convinced us to buy sunglasses based on her sincerity: she told us twice some model didn’t suit us well. We felt obliged to buy the ones she said looked good on us. Actually, I was the one persuaded to purchase without the need, my friend really wanted a new pair of shades and was more than happy to get them.

4. I was hit on by a salesman in a hat store who was really sweet and charming and interesting. He told us he was from Oklahoma and that he lived in Harlem in this very nice street and that he wasn’t scared of the area at all. I pictured myself already falling in love with him and sharing his apartment which I would decorate with nice things I would pick. Nothing really happened between us and I didn’t get his name. I’m still curious about it.

5. We had a major fight but ended up theorizing on why people who love and know each other well are still capable of hurting one another. We came to the conclusion that sometimes harsh feelings and bad habits are just too difficult to withhold.

Read carefully

Even-handed

My mind is one of the most imaginative I can think of. And that’s not necessarily positive. The scenarios I picture, the expectations I nurture, the fictitious events I fathom – it all reaches gargantuan proportions in the blink of an eye.

I’m thinking I should devote even more time to the visual arts, to cinema and literature too. And I should declare independence from my own thoughts.

Or maybe use them to weave wonderful webs of stories and characters, all intertwined into something that will not prevent me from leading a quieter existence.

Rather than adding fiction to what’s real, I shall attempt to extract imaginativeness from reality and place it where it belongs.

In creation.

Tormented


But working on allowing feelings to flow.

Order

Everything must be in its right place.

Objects as well as feelings, each entity should be where they belong.

With the help of brilliantly insightful Miranda July, I will give it a try.

Importance should be given only to things that matter.

Big sister, little brother

My sister has recently given birth to a baby boy. It is her second child but I wasn’t living here at the time when my niece was born.

My sister and I have had our ups and downs but I am really glad to be around this time.

As a tribute to her and all the other big sisters out there, here’s a song by Antony and the Johnsons that always makes me cry a bit:

Let the lyrics speak for me.