Please, Forgive Me If I pass

“Stoping hating me.
Yesterday you liked me just fine.
Today, I trusted you with my thoughts.
Stop hating me you, little dictator.
I’m not a traitor.
Nor will I cater your cries.
What, you want me to lie?
To agree with everything about your life.
I didn’t know you wanted me to be you.
Let’s start cloning the world with your mind.
So no one can ever again deny your essence.
We’ll caress your face and get lost in a bliss.
We promise to never disagree, to never think again.
We’ll have your strengths and your weaknesses.
Perhaps the world will be a better place–
Or maybe its ultimate destruction.
We’ll never know until you clone us all.
Copy and paste, Copy and paste.
Until you make us to your image.
We’ll be you, and you will be us.
What kind o f person wants this?
But there’s only one God.
And I don’t think it’s you.
So, please, forgive me if I pass–
To take my shield and stance.” ~Anaprose

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Friday Song #7: “Slow Hands” Niall Horan

Hello, everyone. Here’s my Friday song for this week,  “Slow Hands” by Niall Horan. So far, I really like the individual projects of the  boys. I never liked 1 Direction because it was too young for me. Their creative individual projects are pretty awesome so far. 

Below is a screen shot of my spotify, Mix Ambience. Also, a few selfies. Or in the words of my favorite stand up comedian, Sebastian Maniscalco, “Here’s a lonely.” 😂 😘😍😛😜 Have a great weekend! 

Battle of the Sexes: Men vs. Women Part II

In fourth grade, another little boy, we were probably almost the same height, he was still bigger. He teased and bullied me. One day, he decided to hit me while we sat next to each other. Why the teacher who was a few feet away didn’t care or notice, I have no clue. I retaliated with several punches. Everyone mocked him in class because he lost. During lunch time, he decided he was going to seek revenge. The kids quickly made a circle and encouraged the fight. I felt scared. He said, “What are you gonna do now huh!” He stood in his “manly position” with his fists clenched. I put my backpack down, didn’t wait for any talk, dashed toward him and kneed him in the gut several times until he weakened to his knees. I ran to the bathroom and cried. After that, he left me alone for good.

My point is that no one ever told me, “hey, you’re a girl and weak.” And this coming from Hispanic parents who are from a 3rd world country wherein most of Latin America misogyny reigns. My dad, uncle, and even professional male Hispanic commentators actually appreciate women’s soccer. No, they don’t watch it to see some ass. They genuinely like women’s sports. Why? Because when you love a sport, it’s not about gender. Now, as I mentioned, I believe men should play sports with men, and women with women. However, women bring their own art and abilities to the game. It doesn’t make them any less or worst athletes.football-362106_1280 (1)

I kept bringing this point up and no one answered it: (in a fictitious scenario of course) Should Floyd Mayweather fight Mike Tyson? Most will answer, “well no, duh. They’re different categories in boxing.” And if Mayweather were to lose to Tyson, would that make him any lesser of an athlete? The answer is no because they’re both great in their own given category. It doesn’t make Mayweather a terrible athlete. Oh, but the men insisted, “no, no you put your best female against the best male and you’ll see how she gets her ass kicked.” But here’s another point, if Mayweather launches a good punch, he could knock out Tyson. The same could be said of women. If she gets a good punch, where it’s impossible to not get unconscious, the guy will go down too.

I have a friend; whose husband, sister, father, and her friend of over decade witnessed her fights against males—even in sparring. She’s a pretty small woman—about a 5’4 (she claims). She might be smaller. She knocked out bigger men than her: one guy, she made him choke in his own blood. Another guy, a Marine, who mocked her for being a woman martial artist, she put him on a lock, and he tapped out. I asked her, “Why do you think other women can’t beat up a guy.” She answered, “it’s all in the mind. Most women have a weak mind even during training.” Now, she admits that if she’s not careful, easily, a guy will knock her out unconscious. But it’s not impossible for women to punch a guy out. She was able to kick a few asses

My point is, that women have been told “no, you can’t” for centuries. The scientific facts do prove that men can be faster and stronger. However, that doesn’t mean a girl/woman can’t kick their butts if they’re not careful. Men do best women in many things when it comes to sports. But that doesn’t mean women are lousy athletes. A guy left me a message, “Name any woman who can dunk on Lebron. I’ll wait.” First, women don’t play against men. So that’s not going to happen. Second, I asked him, “name me one man under 5’10 who dunk on Lebron.” I never got a reply. Some comparisons are absolutely absurd. So using absurd examples kind of illustrates how ridiculous it is to say that women suck as sports simply because you don’t like female athletes or due to biological differences.soccer-2093958_1920

These types of men are so involved in feeling spiteful toward women. They hate femme-nazis for their extreme biases against men, but they too have extreme biases against all females. I call them mennazis. Our society is so focused on division and hating. We forget that at times, we can meet in the middle. I’m all for disagreements. I can respect you, but I don’t have to agree with your moral and ethical, religious, or political beliefs. But to say such an illogical statement, “it’s scientifically proven women suck at sports” (rolling my eyes so far back I can see my brain). Statements like these do not improve our society. It makes it worse. Men should respect women just as women should respect men. It’s called having manners. Also, an advice to men is, treat a woman as an individual and not a group of “spiteful bitter femme-nazis who hate men.”

If, as a male, you don’t like female athletes or sports, that’s fine! But can any man tell me that Kerri Strug is just “good for one thing” and for “cooking.” Women always have to fight against the waves. Men reign in sports because men like watching men, and women like watching men. Even I watch men’s sports. But I also watch and appreciate female sports, especially soccer athletes. No, women do not suck at sports. I hope to God you don’t tell your daughters that. While we don’t have to agree on the integration of men and women, I fervently disagree with those who disrespect female athletes or women in general. You don’t have to be a liberal to demand respect from men.

Thank you. Please leave your comments below. I’d love to hear them.

Battle of Sexes: Men vs. Women Part I

Battle of the sexes, it’s old and exhausted topic. You can disagree with me here, but there’s too much hate between men and women. And things keep getting more complicated instead of easier. Me, I don’t hate men. I have a wonderful father who causes me headaches at times because we do disagree on many things, and I also have a younger brother, who I want to strangle at times like Homer does Bart. I love them both very much, and they’re both good guys. I’m not a big dater, but when I have been in a relationship or dating or thinking about giving a guy a chance, I have one answer for that: a few bad apples don’t define a whole tree of apples. I have a few close male friends who are great guys too.

Lately, I hear these new terms: femme-nazis, mennist, or feminist (this one is not a new term). But it’s part of that categorization to support an ideology and or a cause. I’m quite frustrated with extreme ideas because I feel that any extreme idea is cancer to our society.

I saw this video on the gender differences between men and women in sports. Now, initially, the video was titled “why women suck at sports.” This blew my mind and I thought, “This is outrageous.” As a tomboy, who grew up playing sports and an avid soccer watcher/analyzer since I can remember that outrageous comment made me cringe.

First of all, and you may disagree with me, I don’t believe in the integration of men and women in sports. However, that doesn’t mean women suck at sports. Biologically and physiologically, most of the time, men will outperform women. So most men think, “because we can outperform women, therefore, women suck at sports.” This doesn’t make any logical sense. Here’s another, “Any top MMA male fighter against the top MMA female fighter will knock her ass out.” Sighs…Allow me to explain my sigh or point.lions-175934_1920

I went at it for 3 days on Twitter arguing with men why these statements didn’t make sense. I wasn’t trying to be irrational and stubborn—or trying to sink to a lowly level like many of them were. At some point, some got frustrated and said things, such as “women are only good for one thing,” or “women are only good in the kitchen.” Most of the comments came from Westernized men, such as American, Swedish, or British. I was like, “Wow!”  Some claim that sexism doesn’t exist. I wish they’d take the time to read the comments these men left. They also cursed, “yelled” (using the capital letters), and used offensive sexist and sexual slurs toward other women who contradicted them and me.

 

Men’s (not all men) claim is that the so-called femme-nazis get easily triggered. Men mocked them, trigger them, and create memes to show how emotional out of balance these women are. Well, I didn’t even insult these men arguing with me on Twitter, and yet they were severely triggered and “emotional.” What was the difference with me? The difference is that I grew up being a tomboy. I also grew up in a Christian traditional house, so my views are slightly different than my liberal female friends. Now, as an adult, I have more of centered political ideas—that’s almost in anything.

I grew up loving the sport of soccer. My father taught me everything about it, and we still talk and analyze games up to this day. He never told me, “hey, don’t do that. You’re a girl,” and neither did my mom. I have been a Lakers’ fan back in the day when Kobe Bryant, Shaquille O’Neil, Fisher were the best, and Phil Jackson was the best coach. I witnessed when the Angels won the baseball series in 2002. Not mention the great success of the Boston Red Sox in 2004 breaking the curse of the Great Bambino. I saw the big Canelo vs. Mayweather fight—among others. I can go on. My area of expertise in sports’ analysis is SOCCER—the best game on the planet. That’s just my biased. I know.

I grew up playing all types of sports with my cousins who were always bigger than me. They make fun of me up to this day. They confess that they’d try to take me down by aggression because they couldn’t stop me, “Remember how she’d jump like a monkey.” At school, even boys wanted me on their team during P.E.—the only time it’s acceptable to integrate.

In third grade, this kid, much bigger than us was bullying my sister. We were all on the playground. We were 2nd and 3rd graders. Well, I pushed him. He got upset, and he returned after school with his older brothers who tried to hold my arms so he could punch me. Somehow, I got loose, and I punched him in the nose. He bled all over the pavement, and he yelled and cried. Everyone got scared. I ran off leaving my jacket behind. I ended up in the principal’s office while he walked away all arrogantly without any kind of discipline. He had a little tissue up his nose. It had some blood on it. Thank goodness that my parents understood. When I explained, they said, “good.”

…Please, see the following blog for the continuation of my overall point. Thank you.

Friday Song #6: “Don’t Speak” by No Doubt 

Hello, all! I hope you have a great weekend. Here’s my Friday song. It’s an oldie but goodie. “Don’t Speak” by No doubt. I love the acoustic guitar solo. Need I say anymore. It’s Gwen Stefanie. ✌️👍🖖😍 The YouTube music 🎶 video below. So scroll scroll. 😁😀😊

Warning: The Typo, The Rant, & Some Men

Hello, everyone. I’m going to put myself on blast here, but it’s okay because I learned a few things from a typo. I used the word “descent” instead of “decent.” See the picture below. So a lot of people found it amusing to make fun of me. It’s okay. They didn’t hurt my feelings. I’ve been sarcastic myself. I actually found it funny when I realized it.

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So then I clarified it. But it didn’t matter because, well, human beings like to jump on the boat of, “Yay, let’s mock this person.” I’m still okay—no harm was done.

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I have over 3,000 tweets. Out of all the tweets, this particular tweet got the most attention. My tweets aren’t usually the most popular ones. But here is why I am glad I made the obvious embarrassing mistake. I learned something from this tweet, which has 941 likes and 268 retweets (RT):
1. The ones who hit like and RT were mostly (a vast majority) women.
2. The next group was a mix of both males and females mocking the typo.
3. The other group was men who seemed angry at the tweet, and they felt the need to call me ugly or state something inappropriate (And this didn’t hurt my feelings in whatsoever. I’m not a young and insecure girl. I’m a woman, full grownup.)

The Rant Begins

Here’s my point. Perhaps most women felt the need to hit like or RT because they are tired of this male culture requesting nudes or sending messages such as, “Hey, you want a dick pic?” Of course, not all men are the same. I have male friends who aren’t disrespectful and creepy, and I’ve met other men on social media who treat me like a person.

Here’s another point: I’ve realized that men get furious when you don’t comply with their wishes. They think, “Hey, I’m nice to you, why don’t you like me back?” The answer is simple. No woman has to like any man just because they’re nice. Attraction and love don’t function like that. There has to be a connection, and you have to respect women as human beings, not a piece of meat. We’re not a pick and point, and then it’s like “You’re mine.”

Also, after men realize that you’re not interested, they insult you. Here are three insults that I’ve seen women complain about, or the insults have been directed toward me:
1. You ugly bitch. (Or some kind of body shame insult)
2. Like you’re all that anyway.
3. You’re not my type anyway.

These are the nicest ones. The list goes on. I ask myself, what makes some men think that we women have to do anything for them? Especially if we don’t know you and don’t know what you have up your sleeve? We don’t have to like you. We don’t have to talk to you. We don’t have to be nice to you if you’re a complete demanding jerk. We don’t need you. And guess what, we have the right to be cautious. If you’re not an actual creeper, don’t take it personally. But do understand that there are weirdos out here, and we have to take precautions. Why is that so difficult to understand?

I feel that some men are angry at women because they have this delusional idea that the pornography industry has embedded in their minds. In the end, that’s all still acting. Articles, psychologists, or some men mock women because women would like to have this Disney fairy tale, would love to live a romantic comedy in real life, or have this 50 Shades of Grey bad boy changed into a good guy for the sake of true love. How delusional of women. Well, it’s the same thing with men’s fantasies. Women vary and most women, like being treated as a person, not just as sexual objects to fulfill all your fantasies.

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And no, just because you call a woman beautiful doesn’t give you the right to request anything either. Some men will say anything to get what they want, so why should that be a reason to like you or believe you?

Women have feelings, wishes, and struggles. Women have dreams. They have pains that come with this world we live in. Women have hobbies, such as painting, writing, or lifting weights. Women are your mothers, sisters, daughters, nieces, granddaughters, grandmothers so on and so forth. Women are your lawyers, teachers, tax preparers, neighbors so on and so forth.

Women are individuals, and we are all different. Some women like to send nudes, others don’t. Some women are conservative, others liberal. Some women are into hookups, others are not. Some women cheat, others don’t.  Some women like the idea of “friends with benefits,” other women DON’T. Some women are horrible people, others are kind people. Imagine that.

In the end, WE DON’T HAVE TO LIKE YOU–It doesn’t give you the right to insult or offend a woman. It doesn’t give you the right to get angry. Frustrated at rejection? Okay, that’s understandable. But a woman still has a choice in all this matter. Would you like being forced into liking a woman that you’re not attracted to or interested in her? Would that make you a bad person? I don’t think so.

Also, if you’re a guy who wants to fall in love and you’re growing bitter at women, why not try to be a real friend first. We can sense falsehood. If she doesn’t like you, move on. It’s not meant to be. You don’t have to be a jerk about it.

Other suggests:

Here’s another article complaining about angry men: http://thoughtcatalog.com/christine-stockton/2014/12/bitches-be-crazy/#comments

“Why I stopped watching porn,” Ran Gavrieli. TedEx.

What are you afraid of? Just do it.

My tag line for my blog states, “I’m on this writing exploration journey.” Every time I post one of my blogs I add a hashtag that says #humblebeginnings. The reason I ask my followers to follow me on this writing expedition and the cause of the hashtag is that I am like this newborn baby in a world of writing.  I’d like everyone to see where this kid goes. And of course, I want to see where my passion leads me.

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Also, it’s difficult for me to say, “I’m a writer.”  But I have accepted it. And you know what they say: repeat it until you believe it until you become it. The fact that I care so much about my work makes me a writer as well. I am still working on various projects. It’s just a bit complicated because I am in an M.A English program, and my focused has been on graduating. Plus, I have other goals that pertain to my career as a teacher. However, writing is certainly here to stay in my life—whether I have readers or not. I want to write. Allow me to give you a piece of advice based on my life and experience thus far.

  1. Never ever give up on your dreams.
  2. Work hard. The doors will open.
  3. You will hear 999 no’s, but the 1000th may be a yes.
  4. Don’t be afraid of failure.
  5. Have a backup plan.
  6. Be thankful for the doors that open and close.
  7. Stay humble.
  8. Help others.
  9. There will be more negative than positive criticism.
  10. Don’t try to prove anyone anything. If they have a biased against you or they dislike you for whatever reason, you’re not going to change their mind.
  11. Retain what’s positive and reject what is negative—even roses have thorns.
  12. Meditate/Pray–try to focus the spiritual self.

With that said, I want to look back on journey one day to remind me of my struggles—who was there and who wasn’t—all the stress and troubled times, financial crisis, insecurities and all my self-doubts, and the tears.

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It slips our mind that troubles or failures are part of success. I read somewhere that if you have not failed at something, then your goals are not big enough. If your dreams/goals don’t scare you, then they are not big enough. I feel this is true. Most of us like to live safely because who wants the stress of rejection and failure, the disappointment? I certainly don’t.

But one day I realized, what do I have to lose? Nothing. I want to be a writer. If I don’t take a chance, that’s a zero chance made because I was too afraid. Everything in life is a risk and a learning experience. Almost anything that you care about takes you on a painful and joyful journey. So be ready for both. The beginning stages pretty much of anything in life, take a significant amount of time to build. So start building in it–slowly but surely.

What are you afraid of? Just do it.

Friday Song #5: “The Cure”

Hello, everyone. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Here’s my song of the week, “The Cure” by Lady Gaga. Here are my favorite lines of the song: “I’ll be right by your side/If I can’t find a cure, I’ll fix you with my love… And if you say you’re okay, I’m gonna fix you anyway.” How many times do we tell people, “I’m ok.” We either say it because we know that’s what they want to hear, or because we don’t want to bother them with our problems. Sometimes we’re not okay, so a little love or encouragement would do wonders to our day. Anyway, I have no way of making you happy if you’re having a bad day. I can only wish that you feel better. I hope you like this song. 😊 Audio video and lyrics below. 💟💝👍✌️🌹 

The Cure

I’ll undress you, ’cause you’re tired
Cover you as you desire
When you fall asleep inside my arms
May not have the fancy things
But I’ll give you everything
You could ever want, it’s in my arms

So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
So baby tell me yes
And I will be all yours tonight
So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
I will be right by your side

If I can’t find the cure, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
No matter what you know, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
And if you say you’re okay
I’m gonna heal you anyway
Promise I’ll always be there
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)

Rub your feet, your hands, your legs
Let me take care of it, babe
Close your eyes, I’ll sing your favorite song
I wrote you this lullaby
Hush now baby, don’t you cry
Anything you want could not be wrong

So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
So baby tell me yes
And I will be all yours tonight
So baby tell me yes
And I will give you everything
I will be right by your side

If I can’t find the cure, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
No matter what you know, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
And if you say you’re okay
I’m gonna heal you anyway
Promise I’ll always be there
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)

I’ll fix you with my love
(I’ll fix you with my love-lo-love)
I’ll fix you with my love
(I’ll fix you with my love-lo-love)

If I can’t find the cure, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
No matter what you know, I’ll
I’ll fix you with my love
And if you say you’re okay
I’m gonna heal you anyway
Promise I’ll always be there
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)
Promise I’ll be the cure (be the cure)

I’ll fix you with my love<<<<🔗 

Friday Song #4 “By Myself”

Today, I chose “By Myself” by Lillywood & the Prick, a French duo: Vocalist Hili Hadida (A French-Israeli) and Parisian guitarist Benjamin Coto.

Even though I’m an introvert, I still like to interact with people. But I believe I’m at the stage where my friends and everyone are moving on to their own paths. They’re building new relationships and have new priorities. Honestly, even I am moving to a new cycle in my life, and I like where I’m headed with my goals. They’re still a work in progress, but the light seems to be shining a bit more each week. And I pray that it continues that way.

Change is difficult for some of us. For other people, it’s easier. At first, it was a little bit frustrating. However, by now, it’s like…eh “Let it be.” What can I do? Shove myself down their throats? Absolutely, not. Life is too short, and the planet Earth has about 7billion people. I’m sure others will come along my path, and still those “others” might not stay for the whole journey.

With that said and without further ado, here’s my Friday song. I hope you like it. You can find the lyrics below the video. 🙂

 

By Myself~ Lillywood & the Prick

Shadows stick out their heads
Faces back from the dead
Things trying to get back in touch, am I really awake?
There are ghosts everywhere
There are ghosts everywhere

I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself

No pain, no pain
No tears, no screams
Faces haunting hallways
Witches in corners, witches
My monsters are trying to speak
They only have nice things to say
There are ghosts everywhere
There are ghosts everywhere

I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself

I’m sorry I don’t think I need you anymore
I’m sorry I don’t think I need you anymore
I’m sorry I don’t think I need you anymore
I’m sorry I don’t think I need you anymore

Cause I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
By myself

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/lillywoodtheprick/bymyself.html

Thank You 300+ Followers

Hello, all. I wanted to take the time to say thank you to every single follower, both WordPress and E-mail followers. I truly appreciate it. I never imagined reaching 100, let alone 300+ followers. I am especially thankful for those who take the time to comment and share my blogs here or on any other social media. Your likes make my day. 🙂balloons-343246_1920

Speaking of which, you can follow me at my new Facebook account Ana P. Rose. I created it because, well, I’ve had more support from “strangers” and “acquaintances” than people I’ve known for years. And that’s okay. Every writer has its own audience. (Of course, I do have few friends or my sisters who constantly show their support). For my new Facebook account, the goal is to build a positive and supportive followership, like here! teddy-2061222_1920

So feel free to add me and if you’d like to talk about writing or anything in general, please, feel free to message me. Let’s chat! Here’s my email address: anaprose2016@gmail.com

I’ve mostly had male requests, which is perfectly fine as long as they’re respectful. But I hope to get women followers as well. A combination of both would be nice (hehe).

 

 

 

A Letter to Silence…

Oh, Dear, Silence:

I use to dread your presence as a child. Mainly due to the fables told by those evil adults. Now, I’m grown, and I long for you. The world is loud and crowded. Even white noise bothers me at times. I rest on the floor allowing my body to surrender fully to gravity. I picture myself sinking to the depths of my innermost thoughts and desires, welcoming anger and bitterness.silhouette-2208079_1280

Another me rises. She tells me to be patient. She tells me to let go. She tells me to forgive for that’s the reason He died and rose, to forgive, to grow anew. Every time we sit in silence to meditate, it’s a newly learned person. It’s another you. The people who thought they knew you will no longer know you.

Most pursue desires and individuals. And who isn’t enchanted by desires? Who doesn’t need the company spooning your fears? However, how will we ever grow if we don’t confront those fears? The company of the self brings forth a genuine person in you, a true friend. Your friend shows you the path toward your dreams and goals. It’s true what they say, ‘Work hard. Be focused. The right people will come.’ But be your friend first to know when to stay and when to walk away. Money and material gain are secondary–possibly even tertiary. Are they even important at all? Only because we live on this Earth they have to have a place in our life. But they should never stand ahead of our aspirations and loved ones. The richness of the spirit, mind, and soul are gold.

Respectfully,

An Introvert.