Adventures

My Facebook Struggle

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I’m bored let’s check out Facebook. No new messages, like always. Wait a minute, she’s online. Should I say hi? No let’s wait for her to do it. Come on just a simple hello to get the ball rolling. 10 minute passes and another 10 minutes. Ok let’s do it, let’s do it… it’s a simple tab on the “H” and the “I” … I can do it.

But if I start the conversation what will we talk about. School hell no. I don’t want it to be one of the “Hey. How you doing….blabla” conversations I want us to talk about something, anything. You know what, Fuck it let’s just go for it, let’s go … Oh shit she’s off line.

Oh well let’s just right about it on WordPress.

 What is above, is me every time I’m on Facebook. People only send me messages when they want something from me, it’s kind of sad. I always want to chat with them but I want them to take the initiative, I hope I’m not the only one with this “issue”.

I know that a lot people have conversation on Facebook (which is the point), but I mean real exchange not just hello, how are you, how’s the family. Or is this the only kind of conversation that exists?

Don’t get me wrong I would love to know about your family and your well being, but after all the greeting what will we talk about.

This got me thinking what is a genuine conversation on social Medias?  What do people talk about?  How much different are our conversation from those of the 90’s and 80’s?

The hell with it, I’m just going to start chating with the next person I find online or maybe the second.

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The sandwich that saved my life

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It’s kind of weird story that you’ll normally see in sitcoms or comedy movies but it happened to me a couple of weeks ago.

A few days after New Year, My sister spent the day with me having some “brotherly time” when she decided to go see our grandmother. It was around 8pm and we decided to walk, our grandparents house is only 2 blocks from us. So we strolled down the street under the night stars admiring the little shops on our way.  

Fast-forward to me coming back home, I was feeling kind of hungry so I decided to go to my favorite sandwich shop. It’s a little place down an ally run by a really nice Lebanese family. I took my sandwich to go and grabbed a cab home. In the cab I had my headphones on and a sad song came on (it wasn’t really sad but it made think about my life, and we all know how deep that thought can go) it was One Republic – Counting Stars. I had my head to the window when I heard the driver talking “Why so sad champ? You gotta be happy life is short” it was kind of sweet of him. I decided to walk the rest of the way home.

Walking back I was thinking about what the cabby said, and how cheesy it was. When suddenly I dropped my sandwich, and at the exact moment that I reached down to get it a car came crashing in the street two feet in front of me, literally where I was supposed to take my next step. My hart was pounding, I looked to the driver then I Looked at the sandwich and I smiled. The driver wasn’t injured and his car wasn’t in a bad shape, he apologized and asked if I was okay.

I want back home thinking that life is really short and then I ate my hero, he tasted really good. 

Monkey Attack

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About 9 years ago our neighborhood was terrorized by an escaped monkey. It was one of our neighbors that had it as pet, but the sneaky bastard found a way to escape (a regular Michael Scofield). So for a week or so the monkey, brook into houses, stole food and beat down some pets.

Let’s skip to when my sister and I came face to face with HIM. It was a regular Saturday morning; Dad went to meet some friends and mom left to buy some groceries. It was just me, my sister and our dog Bobbi. We were watching some Cartoon; I think it was samurai Jack, when we heard some noise coming from the back yard. We taught it was nothing, and then we heard something break.

Bobbi ran out and started barking, we flowed him. Arriving at the backdoor we saw the beast from hell, the demon monkey (I know it sounds a bit dramatic, but remember I was just 5 or 6 year old).

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Meanwhile, Bobbi was fighting this intruder. He managed to scare him away. Then our brave savior came to the door to let us know everything was okay. But we were to scare to do it. We stayed there for an hour until our mother came back.

This was the day I faced danger… and ran away from it as any reasonable person would do.