Tell Me Juan Thing

A daily posting account about any and everything that comes to mind

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Not to be confused for Beespiders, which are a peaceful, endangered species

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When you get 5 allergy shots on one arm

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Let's talk about walking

“Wow. You haven’t posted anything in like forever and when you finally do, you’re going to talk about walking? U suck!”

Now imagine that, but in a crackling, know-it-all teenage boy voice. That’s you. That’s what you sound like.

But yeah, I wanna talk about walking.

So recently I’ve been playing A LOT of Pokemon go, and I don’t care what you pokehaters say; it’s an awesome game, I love it, it gets me off the couch, it’s nostalgic, I am not a man child, I’m not lame! You’re lame, you lame-o! (I lost my train of thought)

So the game gets me to walk around. A lot. When I worked at a restaurant in NYC, my average shift wouldn’t start until 11:30 AM, and I worked near the border of midtown and downtown Manhattan, near union Square.

My dad works more in the middle of midtown, which is like the perfect location to work! He has the best restaurants to eat at, the best sites to see, the greatest views; I mean, being in the middle of stuff is amazing!!! Except of an argument, the road, nowhere, a target site, a rock, and a hard place. Those places are like death zones… But back to my walking!

So I would drive with my dad to his office, and he would have the car parked right near his office. It used to be that I would take a ferry, bus, or train to get to work, but going with my dad meant I didn’t have to pay for fares, so I could use that extra monetary items to buy things that cost a certain amount of monetary items (money, I’m talking about money).

Now that’s all fine and dandy, but that would leave me about 40-45 streets and a couple avenues over from my job, so I would have to take the subway to get down there any ways, which took more of my monetary items from me.

At around the same time, Pokemon go came out, and there’s this feature in it that makes u have to walk either 2, 5, or 10 kilometers to hatch Pokemon eggs. So after about 2 minutes of consideration and boredom, I settled on walking to work from my dad’s office while playing Pokemon. I mean, if I was going to walk, I might as well be hatching my eggs in the process (I sound like I’m pregnant, God).

And as I would walk (and play Pokemon go), I found myself taking a lot of different lefts, rights, ups, and downs; exploring different factions of the city. And as i did, I began to see parts of the city I never thought I would visit. And I’ve lived near the damn place for the last 9 years!!!

I felt like I was seeing the city past all the bright lights and big ads. I was seeing the real Manhattan. And I gotta say, I loved what I saw. I saw simplicity, diversity, tranquility, another type of -ty; basically everything New York was always painted to be in the films and shows, I found the opposite.

I got to talk to random people on the street. Not about pokemon, you dick, but about where they lived. I’ve had people tell me they love living in the big apple, that there’s always something new to find. I’ve also had people tell me how much they hate living here; the rude people, the loud noises, the too-bright lights, and worst of all: the smell.

The walking also gave me something I’m in dire need of; exercise. On average, I would walk about 5-6 Kilometers a day (I’m not gonna bother with conversions, get with the metric, ‘Murica). My calls began to show some definition, my thighs felt stronger and sterner, and I felt healthier when I got to work. Now, was I losing weight in the process? Probably not, since I would eat a lot of carb-heavy food at my job. Can’t be resisting them mac-n-cheeses, brah.

But the point is, the walking to work used to seem like a hassle. Now, it’s something I miss terribly. I finished my job (it was seasonal), so there’s no reason for me to go back to the city. Well, except for Pokemon hunting. Don’t you judge me!!! Hope you enjoyed this! Like if you liked this post, reblog if you loved it, or just ignore it. You’re a hater. Yeah, I said it.

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No blog tonight, gotta get up mad early for work -_-

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No blog post today, just this pic of my friends dog getting praised by a crowed of 5K foam glow runners. He Made it, I think, so all credit goes to Cristian Villaquiran! Now Love it. PRAISE IT DAMN YOU!!!!!

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Let’s talk about Roller Coasters

Growing up, roller coasters were some of the coolest things one could ever encounter. They were death defying, heart pounding, scream machines that would make any kid lose their voice during the first 15 seconds of the drop. Funny thing though; I used to be afraid of roller coasters. Like EXTREMELY afraid.

             I watched a lot of cartoons as a kid, and whenever they would showcase a roller coaster into one of the episodes, it would always be shown as something dangerous. People flying off their seats, falling from the carts during the loops and turns, getting stuck upside down or right at the peak of the coaster (that last one I took from Hey Arnold, so don’t hate); it all made me think that getting on a roller coaster was like taking a cyanide pill; guaranteed death.

             But then, in the bright and innocent summer of 2002, when I was seven years old, I went with my family down to the Jackson Township Six Flags theme park, which is supposedly the largest Six Flags in the continental U.S., but that’s up for debate, depending on who you ask. As we entered the park, I kept gawking at all the cool stuff that they sell in the merchandise “houses”, hoping my parents might finally let me take home something from an amusement park.

*Side note; my parents didn’t like to buy souvenirs when I was young. They thought the memory was enough of a souvenir. Yeah mom, that would be sooooooo much cooler than a Batman cape or a dino head claw. Yeah, I’ll just enjoy remembering that I can’t touch the exhibit or that I was too short to get on the damn carousel!!” Where was I going with this?

             Oh yeah! I was so distracted by all the cool stuff they were selling at the souvenir houses, that I didn’t notice that I was being dragged to one of the scariest coasters in the park; Medusa. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that scary, but it was downright scary! Put yourself in the mind of a seven-year-old boy, who is staring at this green and black behemoth of a ride, with so many loops, spins, and turns, it is enough to make a well calibrated man get motion sickness. So I try to run, but my dad has me by the stomach, then drags me into the ride. Me being a brat, I start screaming and crying and begging my dad not to let me on to the coaster, but he just tells me the typical dad lines “it’s going to be fine son, you will enjoy this, this hurts me more than it hurts you, Luke, I am your father”; yeah, real original dad. We finally make it to the cart after waiting about 25 minutes in line.

*Side note; did you know creating roller coaster lines is actually a full time job? There is someone out there that spends their days planning on how to make people wait large amounts of time to board a ride that only lasts 30-45 seconds, max! That is just evil! There is a special place in hell for people like that; A line to get in line for the line to get in line! HA!

             After the wait in line, we made it onto the cart, and before I could hit the ground running, my dad made me a deal. He said “Son”, like the Mufasa of the Lion King, this is how he spoke to me, he said “Son. I shall offer onto you a proposal.” Okay, too royal. “Papo, I’ll make you a deal. You ride this coaster, and we well get you something from the shop later in the day.” My nickname in the family is Papo. Don’t ask.

             And me, wanting that Batman cape so badly, couldn’t agree to my dad’s deal fast enough. Long story short, I rode Medussa, and… it was AMAZEBALLZ!!! The coaster opened a new door for me to explore; the roller coaster door. I wanted to ride it again and again, along with all the other coasters in the park. And I was so caught up in the Euphoria of roller coaster riding, I had forgotten to get the cape!!!!! And you know what?! My parents didn’t even bother to remind me! I think that was the plan all along! I was lied to, made false promises for! I have been betrayed!!! But I did come out of it with an intense, burning love for roller coasters so…. Love/Hate you, dad.

Nowadays, Whenever I get on a roller coaster, I do this thing where I look to the left or right (whichever side I’m sitting in) of the horizon and pretend that there’s a camera right there, like a reality TV show. I do this bit where I act like I’m an expert on roller coasters, saying stuff like “this thing can go 45 mpg during a loop” or “27 people have died on this coaster in the past year alone”, or some idiot thing like that. Why? I don’t know, shut up. I also do this thing where by the time the car reaches the peak, then slowly starts to tilt its way down, I yell out three idiotic, but simple words’ “I REGRET NOTHING!!!!” Because why live a life of regrets? That’s would be lame. You’d be lame for wanting it.

That’s it. No moral story here, just a light-hearted anecdote. Not everything needs to be a lesson in conscious and morals.

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Let’s talk about emotions

You ever been told that you’re too sensitive? That you are way overreacting, taking things too seriously, or that you’re just being paranoid? Has it ever felt like it was your fault, even when it wasn’t? Do you press down what you feel deep inside of yourself, thinking that there isn’t a soul in the world that can help you through what you’re feeling? Do you ever have fits of anger, depression, anxiety, frustration, and pity all at the same time? Do you ever want to just hide away from the world, talking or interacting with absolutely no one? Ever feel like you are just the nastiest piece of shit in the world, and that you deserve to feel this way?

             It sucks, doesn’t it? All of these feelings coming at you at the same time. Sometimes, you just want to scream in an empty room, right, or take a bat to a junk car/punching bag, or even water down your sorrows with a bit of *insert dangerous substance here*or a dash of *insert illegal/dangerous substance here*, hoping it’ll make the pain go away. Or maybe… you feel like the world would be a way better place without you in it. You feel like there is no place in this world for you, and that you might as well leave earlier than expected.

             All that I just described, if it were to be summed up into one big word, it would be this simple gem; emotional. Being emotional is something that can cause your soul to go through something of a roller coaster ride. You feel like the world is spinning out of control, that it is out of your control, and that no matter what the outcome is, you always lose. You feel like you care too much about the little things, that you are hurt easily and that you take things so seriously, that it’ll get to the point where people won’t want to be around you anymore.

             I will tell you right now; there is nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to wearing your emotions proudly. It’s okay to feel angry and depressed and anxious and frustrated and pitiful. It’s okay to have moments of inner rage and sadness. Why? Because it is a part of our humanity. It’s okay to feel these feelings. It’s okay to have this pain.

             Here’s a story for you; so about four months ago, my girlfriend and I broke up. It wasn’t because I did something wrong or that I had changed for the worse, nor was it about there being someone else in her life. She had been going through a rough patch in her life, something that was so significant, she had to make a few drastic changes to her life. We met when we were both already spoken for, yet, as if it were faith, we were both in relationships that were just toxic (and quite possibly dangerous). We gave each other strength and courage to try to let ourselves be happy for the first time in a long time. We loved each other to death, and did whatever it took to make sure that the other was always feeling loved, respected, and cared for.

Then, one faithful day in, she told me that after all we’ve been through, that maybe, it was time that we went on our own paths. She and I had been so dependent on others (and on each other) to be happy, that we never really learned to do so on our own. At first, I understood. I felt like she did the right thing (which she did, I will never deny that). But as time progressed, my broken heart never really healed. I still miss her. I still think about her. In reality, I still love her. And the worst part of it all is that there is nothing I can do to change any of it, because not only would it be wrong of me to do so, but I would be taking away the one thing she and I have been longing for; happiness.

When I think of her, I just get so angry and depressed, I just want to delete all of my social media and not talk to a soul for as long as I need to. I feel like life hates me, that it’s unfair, and that I will never be able to find someone as amazing and perfect as she was…

But then, after a short while, my tempers start to go down. A calm and gentle feeling goes over me, and as I think about how I felt just a moment ago, I begin to realize that what had happened, happened. I can’t change that, and I shouldn’t even try to. Things happen for a reason; sometimes it’s good, other times bad. But it is always for the better. Things change for the better, no matter what. You just have to have the patience and understanding to get through it.

So, what’s the lesson to be taken from here, my friends? Is it okay to be emotional? Is it appropriate to feel strong, negative feelings whenever something like the example from above happens to you? Is it that you shouldn’t be afraid to wear your emotions on your sleeve? Whatever the lesson is, just remember this; time heals all wounds and troubles. How much it takes isn’t up to you.  

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Let’s talk about anticipation

OMG OMG OMG aren’t you excited?!?!You have that thing at the place at that time tomorrow that you’ve been dying to go do for the past 2 weeks or so. You’ve pushed yourself through the mundane day to day activities, keeping in mind of the events that will unfold on that day. You wake up, telling yourself another day until that thing. You go through the norms (be it work, school, or lazing around) all the while thinking about that thing at the place at that time on that day. As you get by the day, through your activities and meals, and it is almost time for bed, you look at the clock, calendar, rolodex, the moon’s current phase; whatever measurement of time you adhere to see how long until that thing at that place at that time on that day.

And now, with less than twelve hours until that day comes, you lay in bed, thinking about the excitement and joy this thing will bring you tomorrow. Maybe it’s going to an amusement park with the family, and you can already feel your throat getting soar from riding those high and fast roller coasters. Maybe it’s the release of a new video game/movie that you’ve had marked on your calendar since the day the trailer came out on YouTube. Or maybe, just maybe, you could be traveling to some sort of arena, where you get to use your special abilities to fight off other competitors in order to see which of you is deemed fit to sit on the throne of games, wearing the crown of infinite crown-rey, and holding the title “ruler that rules” for all eternity!!!!

Or, with a more simplistic (and realistic) situation, the anticipation of seeing your best friend. Did I say best friend? My mistake. I meant BESTEST BESTIE BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE GOSH WILD UNIVERSE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Stops to regain composure*

Sorry about that. It’s just when you know that you are going to go see your BESTEST BESTIE BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE GOSH WILD UNIVERSE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tomorrow, the anticipation builts up to enourmous levels. You reminice about the fun and amazing time you and your BESTEST BESTIE BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE GOSH WILD UNIVERSE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! have spent together, you think about what you two are going to be doing tomorrow, you think of the stories, jokes, and topics that you and them will discuss during your time together; the fact is that knowing that tomorrow you will be seeing someone that means that much to you, that BESTEST BESTIE BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE GOSH WILD UNIVERSE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is one of the best feelings in the world

You know why? Because that means you have someone that cares about you. And I know, we all have families that love and care about us like our parents, siblings, and extended family members . But those people are SUPPOSE TO LOVE YOU! They really don’t have a choice. I’m not saying I would trade any of my family members away, I love them to death. But if I had the chance to trade away a family member for someone like Batman…. Bye bye, Mom!

But back to my point. The feeling a friend that values you to a high level is an amazing feeling to have because it means that there is someone out there that loves you for all your flaws and mistakes. There is someone that will run to your side at the first sign of trouble, instead of away from it. There is someone to laugh at your bad jokes, bring you food, watch cool stuff with, rock ’n ’roll all night, party everyday, in the USA; basically, there is someone that loves you. And I’m not talking about girlfriend/boyfriend love (even though what I just described sounds extremely similar). The differences between those two is that in the latter, they’re IN LOVE, extra emphasis on “in”! The former is just love; love for your fellow human, love for your peer, love for your BESTEST BESTIE BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE GOSH WILD UNIVERSE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, when you know that you are going to spend a whole day with this individual, this diamond in a sea of sand, then you know that you are not going to be able to sleep at night. Which is ironic, since you need all the energy you can muster in order to do any of the things I mentioned earlier on this post. So what is the lesson here, kiddies?

Don’t get excited. For anything. Because then you lose sleep over it. And end up writing blogs about it on Tumblr. Like me.

*All State announcer shows up.* Are you in good hands?

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Let’s talk about raindrops

*Drip drop drip drip drip drop drip drop* Hear that? How the small water pellets fall gently down to the Earth, giving plants a nice, healthy drink or helping clear away the dirt and smog of a city’s work? For some, the rain is quite a companion; relaxing, refreshing, truly artistic. Poems have been cited, paintings have been… painted, songs have composed about the truly glorious nature of the rain.

Whenever I look out the window and see the gently falling water drops pitter-pattering along the glass, I always seem to notice two drops side by side, racing their way down the window sill. I tend to think like an idiot at first, imagining the two droplets being sentient and having a race to see who can reach the bottom first.

“And they’re off! Drop one is gaining traction, three quarters of an centimeter a head of drop two. His droplet connection skills are superb, Michael. It’s as if One has been training his whole seven seconds of life for this moment. But what is this?!? Drop two is gaining traction! He’s catching up to One! It’s neck and neck! Down to the last Drop!” And then suddenly, the race stops. The two drops are no longer competing or flowing apart. To the contrary; they’ve come together. They formed an even bigger drop than any other around them. And just as they do, the drop flows faster down to the bottom. Here, the win doesn’t go to Drop one or Drop two. It goes to me, because I’ll always be bigger than a mere drop of water :p.

So what was the point of that weird side note, you may ask? Well, aside from thinking one is Jeff Gordon and the other Dale Ernhardt, JR. (hope I spelled that right), I see those two drops not as rivals, but as lovers. They scurry their way the window, desperately trying to feel the other’s touch. It is as if they were longtime friends realizing that their search for love was in front of them the whole time, but they realized it too late. The story ends in one of two ways; the two drops flow down the window, touching other drops or flowing down by itself, missing out on what could have been… On the other hand, in rare cases, those two drops do find a way, and together, they become something bigger than themselves (literally and figuratively).

I guess what I am trying to say here is that finding love is like a flowing raindrop; it’s a crapshoot. We don’t control who we fall in love with, or who falls in love with us. But what we do control is the ability to become something more. Something beautiful. Something natural.

I end this post with a quote from the movie Bladerunner. “All those moments will be lost in time. Like tears in rain.” Make any message or meaning from it you want, I just thought it sounded cool.

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Let’s talk about Summer

So, you remember when you would count the milliseconds on the clock on the last day of school, with each passing tick counting down to when you were finally free of the prison cell called “classrooms”? Do you remember looking forward to beach/pool filled days, eating junk food all the time, and playing video games until the sun came up? Do you remember going to concerts, watching the latest blockbuster movies every week, and riding bikes/skateboards/skates/whatever mode of transportation you may have with your friends all over?  Or, if you’re one of those people, spending time in “summer camps” making friends, playing games, going on field trips, running around, screaming your lungs out?

Summer is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Well, that is, unless you are a college student. Playing video games ‘til the crack of dawn has been replaced with studying for summer classes. Eating junk food all day has been replaced with working out to maintain/gain that “summer bod”, even though you can’t really accomplish much during a three month break (believe me, I’ve tried). Hanging out by the pool/beach (or just in general) becomes less and less frequent, as you are all trying to establish some sort of semblance of an adult life through part time jobs and internships, all the while, trying to survive the intense heat waves that seem to get worse every year (thank you, global warming).

This summer, I got to experience all that and more, as I learned what it is like for an adult during the months of May-August. While most of my friends were playing Pokemon Go and going to six flags on a daily basis, I had to wake up at the crack of dawn to either drive, take the bus/ferry/train, or (in extreme cases) walk my fat ass to work in New York City, and that is not an easy commute, mother fucker. I would arrive there, work my ass off for eight hours (or more, depending on the amount of work I got piled on with), then drag said ass all the way back across the Hudson River, where I would either have homework to do for my online summer class, go to my gym (which was 20 minutes from where I live by car), or even worse; both.

Now, I know a lot of you are saying right now, “Didn’t you have any days off, dumbass?” Yes, I did, and I was getting to that, you dickweed-looking motherfucker. On the days I did have off, I would do some fun stuff, like hanging with friends in parks or attending Warped Tour / Panic! At The Disco concerts, or even hanging with my family. However, the fun stuff would rarely occur, as my friends/family were either too busy, or I had been assigned a list of major chores to do around my house, courtesy of my loving parents (thanks mom).

So, you may be asking, what is the point of this blog entry? Why would I relay this story onto you guys, who wouldn’t give a rats ass about my first adult summer? Well, to put it so bluntly, I shared this with you guys because sooner or later, you are going to experience it. You will need to find a job. You will need to wake up at ungodly hours. You will need to stay overtime. You will need to spend less time with friends and family in order to meet your demanding schedule of Work, Homework, and Workout (see what I did there?). And before you go off to say “ugh, no I won’t. I’m going to be smoking crap and riding horses on the ocean all summer, mofo’s”, remember that eventually, mom and dad stop paying for your phone bill. And your food. And your clothes. And your toiletries. And your car. And on and on and on…

Hope you enjoyed this! Like if you liked this post, reblog if you loved it, or just ignore it you’re a hater. Yeah, I said it.

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The Intro

I swore on my life that I would never get a tumblr, mainly because I had no idea what it was or how it worked. But, I’ve taken it upon myself to try out something new, and I’ve been itching to write for a while now. So here it goes; my name is Juan. No last name is needed (at least not yet). I’m a college student studying journalism and English, hoping to become a major voice within the media community. I opened a tumblr account so that I could post random stuff; be it blog texts, videos, pictures, whatever will help me intergrate myself into the new media landscape. I’ve been dying to get my thoughts out, there’s so much I wanna say, so much to breakdown and describe. But right now, I’ll settle for just saying #hello . I hope you enjoy what i post. You don’t? That’s ok, that’s your opinion, and in this world, an opinion is just as plentiful as the air we breathe. Thank you :)