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yo llevo como 6-7 a~os de "tratamiento" de perderle miedo a muchas cosas. Una buena dosis de risa grupal diaria me ha ayudado un montón. Escuchando confesiones, secretos y recuerdos. todavía sigo aprendiendo, sigo dándome cuenta que no me falta poco, sino bastante,(al menos que sea que mi cerebro este jugando a espejo otra vez) Ayer andaba con daisy y jenny. aghh q tanta falta me hacia perderme en ese espacio tan cómodo entre tres. Me gusta las conversaciones de un grupo peque~o de personas, así se me va la carga de tener que lidiar una linea de conversación...así, puedo ver donde va la bolita de ping-pong.
Pero entonces porque no puedo curarme?
Nunca se me va esta paranoia. o mi paranoia de pensar de que tengo paranoia. o mi pensar de que tengo paranoia sobre tener paranoia. o mi pensar de que tengo paranoia de pensar que tnego paranoia de tener paranoia. AHHHHHHHHH!

Hoy encontré esto:
IMAGINATION WITHOUT GUILT Imagination transforms a life, but if people feel queasy about using imagination, they are stuck at the gate. People pretend they don’t know anything about imagination, about how “it operates” (as if it were a machine), about what it can do, about where it can go, about how it can take them into new territory. They feign ignorance. Why? To protect themselves from elevating to a new position, a new space, a new perspective, a new point of view. “I want to stay the same, and I’ll do anything to maintain that.” This is why people seem to get more hazy and less intelligent as they grow older. They’re busy denying their own imagination. And in order to do that, they have to appear ignorant to themselves. It’s a con game, and they are the perpetrators and the victims. People want to stay the same, they want a certain level of defined comfort, and they also want to BELONG TO SOMETHING. Belong to what? It could be a group, it could be a cause, it could be an ideal, it could be a “higher force,” it could be a religion. They discover that in order to belong, they need to sacrifice their imaginations, because these “belongings” require them to adopt a pose of relative ignorance. Imagination would shatter that. “I want to belong to X. It’s my reason for being. It’s my hole card. Therefore, I’ll sit on my imagination, so it won’t take me out beyond this thing I want to attach myself to.” And they’re right. If they began to use their imagination in a wide-ranging way, they would soon see that all these belongings are only a fraction of what life can be. They would see that as clearly as you can see a tree through a window. So it’s a test of loyalty. Do you want to remain faithful to an ideal that is just a small piece of what you can be, or do you want to take the greater adventure? Of course, it turns out that, if you take the road of imagination, you eventually discover a different kind of ideal, a living energy that you naturally transmit to others, in which case they come closer to WAKING UP. The propaganda machines of society relentlessly turn out images and messages that ultimately say: YOU MUST BELONG TO THE GROUP. In one way or another, this is what the messages urge. If you want evidence of this, just watch a few thousand hours of television and notice how many products and programs are sold on the basis of FAMILY. Whether it’s a new set of windows or a candy bar or a toxic pharmaceutical or a cell phone, you won’t have to look far to see the connection drawn to family happiness. If you think these advertisers really care about family, you’re already in a swamp. The formula is pretty simple. The group wants the status quo. Imagination transcends the status quo. Therefore, belong to the group and avoid the possibility of transformation. This is, in fact, modern alchemy. With a reverse twist. It is engineered to put people into a position of less power, less consciousness. The history of advertising proves that. And it’s getting worse all the time. Advertising is a program founded on the ideal of Huxley’s Brave New World, where everyone is happy, happy, happy---and if they aren’t, they can (and must) take a drug that will restore their “equilibrium.” No imagination required. I hope you’ll be in the seminar. I have a lot more to say about all this. For now, I’ll leave you with an interesting fact: Day after day after day, year after year, the media celebrate heroes in sports, those athletes who achieve great victories. They inevitably interview these stars and drag out of them the same old familiar stories. Have you EVER, even once, seen a great athlete who told an interviewer in no uncertain terms: “I got to where I am by denying the power of the group, by denying the power of some kind of smiley-face society, by going beyond the propaganda that says we all have to BELONG.” Have you ever heard that kind of uncompromising statement? I didn’t think so. Why not? Why doesn’t that come up in interviews? Because it’s not part of the BELONGING PROGRAM, the program that society runs on to stay away from the transforming power of IMAGINATION. JON RAPPOPORT www.nomorefakenews.com





Tener ansiedad o sentido de culpa es BIEN estupido. TAN PERO TAN estupido.
La mayoría de las veces la ansiedad es causado por algo que es seguro que pasara, o no pasara. Si pasa, pues bien, sino, pues QUE' MAS HUBIERAS HECHO?? YA OCURRIO'. Porque tener que seguir sintiendo que te vas a morir si cuando te vayas a morir pues que pedo...ni te acordaras, o al menos, eso pienso. SON CASI INEXISTENTES las probabilidades de que esa ansiedad sea causada por una amenaza real contra tu vida.


....porque se que soy bien vulnerable a seguirles el juego, y porque siento que tampoco es necesario.
o sea, me da ansidedad porque se que les voy a seguir el juego, aunque se que es estupido, y aunque se que es porque lo siento necesario.
me da ansiedad porque se que lo que decido en verda es porque se me acabo el tiempo, cuando no existe el tiempo, y porque no importa.
porque estoy creyéndome humano cuando no soy nada.





Constante pelea con fantasmas.



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he escogido no darle importancia a la universidad tan cabronamente, que me siento la persona mas feliz del mundo, porque se que no me tienen y porque no me usaran. Seguiré mi trayecto mediocre, y nadie me va disciplinar pu~eta. Sí, estoy en fotografía porque lo único que tomaran en cuenta al final sera mi porfolio, y estoy en la universidad meramente por puente de llegar a no se donde, y que CóMO cruce ese puente no me va afectar en nada el lugar a donde termine. YO soy la que camino, son MIS piernas, son MIS pies. Fuck you puma, converse, adidas...yo escojo lo que quiera ponerme de zapatos, y ahora mismo yo quiero ponerme pantuflas pu~eta.