Serenade

The first time I heard a real live serenade with mariachis was about 20 years ago, at my grandmother´s previous house. That house was wonderful, in the neighborhood we had shops nearby to buy popsicles and chocolates, my first visit to a public library happened there and it had a great balcony with wooden balustrades that matched the turned wood detailing on the windows.

One night at midnight, the blare of trumpets woke us up. My grandmother rushed through our room and started peeking out the window. On the house across ours we could see the young man with a van full of mariachis behind him, standing in the driveway, hopefully looking up to see if a light would go on.

When a serenade takes place, it is common knowledge, or so my mother says, that no lights should be turned on in the neighboring houses. It adds to the drama. You see, when a woman receives a serenade, she can look outside her window with the lights turned off and see who has brought the music without people knowing she´s looking out. If it´s someone she wants to encourage, forgive or what not, then she turns on the lights to her room and it is understood that she is satisfied with the gift or peace offering, depending on what the case is.

This time, she turned on the lights and walked out on her balcony wearing an old fashioned night gown in shiny fabric. He asked her to come down, her parents stayed up in the balcony, and when she walked out he went down on his knees, asking for her hand in marriage.

For years I wondered when anyone would come and serenade me, thinking it was the most romantic thing someone could do for the person they love. A couple of nights ago, the blare of trumpets raised me from the computer, and I ran over to a window. The van was parked, violins were being played and trumpets blown on, however, the mariachis were quickly wisked inside the apartment building beside mine, and several other people peering from their windows in different apartments had to get back inside a bit dissappointed.

I wonder what the modern equivalent to serenades is in this modern world. The mariachi dream became quickly tarnished as they were brought up in almost every social event I had growing up. I never lay in bed thinking about marriage and proposals and romantic dates, with the firm superstition that thinking about stuff jinxes it, I go used to not thinking about it.

So better yet, I wonder what MY modern equivalent to the serenata mariachi is.

Devil´s Advocate

I love my dad, but sometimes I get frustrated at him. He has a heart of gold, his actions have always been loving, unselfish, generous. We never lacked anything, he took great care of us, and he was always willing to go that extra mile. However, his manner of speaking is such that his actions are overshadowed by his harsh words.

Every conversation becomes an argument where he holds the beacon of truth and goodness and I´m wrong and need to see the light. We could be discussing ANY topic, no matter how bland, and he´ll find a way to make it a debate where he´ll take the opposing view. I guess he believes that a good conversation is one that gets the blood rolling. I like passionate conversations, but I don´t confuse passion with having my blood boil and feel parts of my liver corroding off.

If I mention I´m writing an article, he´ll immediately say that I shouldn´t be writing about THAT subject. Why don´t I write about this other thing instead? I´ll try to explain that I don´t have much choice, I´m writing an assignment, I need to stick to some rules. He´ll basically poo-poo my rules and suggest I do something completely different, and then go on and on and on and on about HIS idea.

I´ll try to make small talk, and say that the flowers on the table are nice, and he´ll counter that saying they were expensive and then heatedly argue how it is a horrible abuse good people go through now that "they" have decided that the good flowers are all to be exported and we only get the crappy ones.

I´ll mention I´m happy with my new gadget, and he´ll say that it´ll get stolen. I´ll ignore that and then excitedly mention that I can see videos on the screen and he says it´s too small.

He´s constantly triggering me into feeling defensive. I´ve tried different techniques, but I get to a point where I can´t take it any more. I´ve tried ignoring his snarky comments and marshalling on, not taking offense but he´ll try to pick at other angles. I can try to steer the subject to another topic, but the story repeats itself. Eventually he brings down every opinion I have. I´ve even tried just letting him feel like he "won", but that is not satisfactory for him. He needs the discussion, he needs the steam, the action so to speak, and I´m just not into that. I hate confrontation. Especially when it is completely unnecesary.

I remind myself constantly that he´s a good person. That it is just the way he is, and it´s unlikely he´ll change, even when my mom has mentioned it, when strangers have also acknowledged it, and when it´s a common known fact among my siblings and myself, he isn´t aware that he does it.

I know that I´m the one who´s supposed to be patient and understanding. I just hope I am strong enough for it. Every single day.

High Maintenance

When I was a kid I was a bit of a loner. I can´t remember when I stopped playing Go-Bots and transformers with the boys at the playground and started having lunch on my own. Sometimes I would sit and wait for people to show up for lunch as they said they would, and then I´d wait and wait some more. I learned to spend lunch and recess sitting in the library... and guess what. I found library friends with whom no appointments were ever made: we would just show up at the library and if no one was there, we wouldn´t feel dissappointed or let down, after all, we were there to read. And where there was someone there, we would feel happy and talk for a bit and that was that.

After all this time, whenever someone cancells plans with me I feel completely unable to deal with it in a rational manner. I´d rather someone didn´t make plans with me unless they were 100% sure they can make it. That I can deal with. What I despise is whenever I get all excited about a plan and then it doesn´t happen. Even if it is a simple plan like going over to someone´s house and hanging out, watching tv and eating chips. Like tonight.

Even if I know that the reason why I´m being cancelled on is legit, I still feel it emotionally. It brings tears to my eyes, tightens my throat, makes my stomach spin and I can´t not make it personal. I can say I understand, and in my brain it all makes sense, but the feeling of rejection stays and images of me being stood up countless times come to mind. Like that time when my friend promised he would be there at the airport to pick me up, so I told my sister she didn´t have to miss work and pick me up, and I ended up having to shuffle with my suitcase to the bus stop and taking the bus and taxi combo to my house when he didn´t show up and had his cellphone turned off. Like the time when I got ready for a date, spend money on clothing, spent hours on makeup and hair, cancelled other plans and then spent the evening sitting at home after he called to say "sorry, something came up, can´t make it".

So this afternoon, I got all excited about my new shoes. I had a shirt picked out to match with them and earrings as well. I was going to go the extra mile to make it special, my mom asked me about him and I told her that we would go out, and hang out, and that everything was great. He was meeting with some classmates to work on a final and after that we would go out and eat chicken wings, have a beer, then head to his house and chill. Then I ask how he´s doing and he´s all "we´ll have to work until late tonight and probably tomorrow all day on this, sorry. If I have time I´ll visit you on Monday".

So it sucks. I have no other plans. I hate having backup plans because I´ve spent my life being PlanB girl and I know how it feels. It makes me sad. Because here I don´t have my network of girlfriends I can call up and get pep-talks from about how I shouldn´t take it personally. And then makes me mad. Why should I care anyway? Why on earth am I broke and have no money to run off to the mall and catch a movie on my own? Why do I depend on a single person?

It makes me feel so insecure. I go over my whole life and try to think of what I´ve done to deserve this. As if it were on purpose. I got completely worked up. Screw him. Screw men. I get working, work takes my mind of things I can´t control. I know i´m being unreasonable, that it isn´t on purpose... it doesn´t help. When he messaged me wanting to know if I could still go out, it was too late already. My mood was ruined. I´m quite unable to rally myself out of these situations. At least my way to deal is to avoid what hurt me, in this case, I blame my dependence on him. I SHOULD be able to spend a saturday at home. I should be able to deal with plan cancellation.

So I said I wasn´t up to it, and he got offended. Now I feel guilty. Sigh.

decision making

I need to get my head around the fact that just wanting to be with someone is not enough to make a relationship stick. I feel incredibly guilty for daring to analyze this relationship. I´ve spent my previous relationships over-analyzing everything and I guess this time I went all the way to the other side and I have avoided looking at this liaison too closely. As time goes by I find myself rethinking if this is working out for me. After 8 months something has to be going in the right direction or we wouldn´t be together, right?

I´ve been head over heels in love, I´ve also been in relationships I had to be talked into and with time fell in love the other person. A few I got into just out of curiosity to see what would happen, and some of those I wasn´t able to cut off in time and they became train wreck relationships with yelling and bitching and general unpleasantness. I felt too cowardly to break up , I felt guilty, I felt the other person deserved another chance and that maybe I deserved whatever I was getting out of the relationship.

Funny how I try and see what I´m doing "wrong" or "right" according to past experiences: since all of them are former relationships, I can´t say I´ve learned or improved my techniques and have come up with proper practices, if they had worked out I´d still be going out with that same person. Me? I´m just walking in the dark.

I´m not the most stable person when it comes to jobs or relationships: I´m not the most stable person when it comes to anything in my life as a matter of fact. I get bored easily, I strive for novelty, I like variety, I like adventure. None of them conducive for long-lasting relationships with minimum drama. He shouldn´t have to be blamed for my instability and he doesn´t have to be my personal jester, keeping me entertained 24/7 when I know things just tend to get old and boring for me. Everything eventually does.


Today I shared with him the idea behind a blog post Logtar wrote:

Everything you like about the other person or you share is a thread that strengthens the rope of that relationship. One thread alone can be easily snapped with little force, but the more threads your rope has the stronger it becomes.

I tried to start a conversation on what things we have in common, to go against my urge to pinpoint all the ways in which we are different, and came out empty-handed. Basically it´s "we use internet and our names start with the same letter". It´s scary. We don´t share hobbies, interests, family background, life experiences. I tried to bring it up again when we were lying in bed at his house and he laughed it off. He tends to do that whenever I try to broach any conversation topic that requires deep thinking and analysis. It seems that his 6th sense of skirting possibly conflictive issues is the reason why we´re still together: we haven´t had the chance to fight about anything yet.

Still, the not having things in common isn´t enough reason to end a relationship. I don´t really have all that much in common with any of my other friends here in Medellin, but we´ve managed to start projects and work together and have fun. With 8 month guy? Only the fact that we made out one night at a party and then continued hanging out and we just started hanging out more often until one day we were boyfriend-girlfriend and that was that. No romance or wooing, only the jitters and excitement that any new relationship brings. He´s been my complimentary color, balancing things out and being a perfect contrast for whatever I tend to do.

Louann Brizendine once mentioned in an interview that women´s biggest mistake is expecting our boyfriend to be our girlfriend, and I think I´m making that mistake even as I´ve been conciously avoiding doing so. I don´t have female friends in this city and he´s the closest I have to that. But I can´t hang onto a person in a relationship just because they are a good friend.

But I´m also selfish. And scared. I´m scared of being lonely. Scared of spending my weekends alone, of coming to my computer and not having a cute IM message appear while I was out. Scared that I could bring up the idea of breaking up and he wouldn´t mind. Scared of breaking up just a couple of weeks before summer holidays and then having nothing to do and no one to hang out with during that time. Because I know that breaking up with someone and expecting that person to remain a friend doesn´t work out, so I shouldn´t count on that.

All this hemming and hawing just so that I didn´t come out and say the most terrible thing of all: I don´t love him.

I thought it would happen over time, and nope. Nothing yet. It hasn´t happened and I don´t think it will. I like him and he´s the person I hang out the most with, but wouldn´t that just make him a friend? A friend with whom I´m intimate every once in a while? But friend and sex do not a boyfriend make.

I´m scared and feeling guilty of wanting to break up and the feeling guilty for not wanting to break up. I wish the guilt would just go away and I´d grow balls to just go ahead and do what I know needs to be done.