You Are Not Entitled

Unequal Terms
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You are not entitled. You should not be self-righteous. You are no better than the rest of us. I wrote a blog post yesterday titled “For English, Press 1,” and it received some negative feedback. I do not understand why–I specifically stated that I was in no way saying that people needed to learn English. Nor was I saying that people should be forced to learn another language. I simply stated that I do not understand why people get their undies in a bundle when they need to press 1 for English, because really, who cares? It takes two seconds to press a number to get routed to where you need to be. I guess two seconds is a huuuuuuge inconvenience to some people… 

Well, that generated a wonderful  conversation. (please note the sarcasm) A photo was posted on Facebook saying “I should not be forced to learn another language to accommodate illegals.”

Okay, let’s break that down:

1. No one is forcing you to learn another language to accommodate illegals. The majority of the people in America know English (either as their first or second language), so THEY are the ones who are forced to learn English. Not the other way around. America might not have an official language, but it is difficult to dispute the fact that speaking English is to your advantage in most cases.

2. Just because someone doesn’t speak English, doesn’t mean that they are illegal!!! That assumption is so far beyond ignorance that I refuse to stoop to someone’s naive level to explain this.

Every ounce of me tried to resist posting something in response because I figured I would get some backlash from the person who posted it. So I simply asked, “wait, who is forcing you to learn another language?” His response, “I don’t want to have to press 1 for English.”  Wait, what? How do those two even correlate? Someone clearly did not learn how to write an argumentative paper… I responded saying how it isn’t much of an inconvenience to take two seconds to push a button to get routed to the correct person, and that just because someone doesn’t speak English, doesn’t mean they are illegal. I was waiting to get into this petty argument, but he responded with “I agree.” Hold up, what?? Why was this posted on Facebook to begin with then? For the sake of an argument? Well done, sir! 

I was relieved. And very thankful that nothing more was said.

Until another Facebook notification popped up:

Woah! Well, here we go. How can someone be so hostile at 7:30 in the morning? And already with the caps? There’s no need for yelling! (This should be noted that this was NOT the person from the above paragraph. I have left his name out of this post.)

Wait, I’m “fucked in the head” and “a bitch”  because I am supporting someone’s right to have a call in another language??? You’d think I was supporting the KKK with that sort of reaction… Goodness. This guy seems a little extreme.

This is the worst argument in history. This guy can’t even find a topic to write about. And he definitely cannot spell… How am I the bitch again?

Maria clearly ended that conversation.

After reading through these comments again, I came to an assumption as to why no one helped him when he was in Mexico… When I was in there, I never had an issue with people refusing to help me because I didn’t speak Spanish. We usually ended up having a fun game of charades to understand each other. Must be because I’m not rude and expect them to speak English. Makes sense why no one wants to help this guy. I sure don’t. Language barrier or not, people do not like to help rude people. I would rather struggle to help someone who didn’t speak English, but who still respected me and put forth efforts to try and communicate than someone who spoke my own language and was rude.

But back to the issue at large: inequality. There’s so many ways in which I could write about inequality, but I’m going to focus on the one aspect of inequality otherwise I’d end up writing a book. No one treats anyone like equals anymore. People feel entitled because of what language they speak or what degrees they have. In the case above with Joe – he clearly feels superior to anyone who doesn’t speak English. That isn’t treating anyone with respect. And just because of a language barrier? And then to start name calling simply because someone disagreed with him?

I don’t think I will ever understand people with such a close-minded view of the world.

A Day of Almosts

I’ve never been a fan of almosts or close calls or whatever else you would like to call it.

640am: Josh and I were a few blocks away from the Metra station, but all we can see are flashing red and blue lights everywhere. Great. As someone who rides the Metra daily, it is hard to not think, “well, someone just jumped in front of that train…” I’ve hard many horror stories from people getting stuck on the train for HOURS because someone did that. Yes, that really does happen. As Josh and I inch closer to the station, we see a huge accident right in front of where the turn is to get into the station. I opened my window and asked the officer standing outside, “Hey, is there a way to get into the train station?” He replied, “Nope. No train today.”


Freaked Out Mode activated. We were stopped at a light right across from the station. I asked another cop, “hey can i run over to the station or is it closed?” “No it’s open, ma’am. Do what you need to do.” As we were stopped at the red light, I ran out and onto the platform just a minute before the train arrived.

I almost missed the train.
7:09am: I received a text

MSG: Chase Fraud – Did you make a charge-pre-auth for $1.00 at a computer services company on 10/9/2014, card ending in XXXX? If YES, reply 1. If NO, reply 2.


Freaked Out Mode Reactivated. I called the Chase fraud number and spoke to a lady for a good twenty minutes. Confirming my identity and her explaining that someone had my card numbers. Lovely. Great. Just what I need. Thankfully, it was on a credit card that I got through Amazon and the ONLY thing that ever gets charged on it is my Prime membership, which is once a year, and this is not my main credit card. WEW. The lady I spoke with at Chase told me they declined the payment, most likely because the expiration date was wrong, but I’ll be getting a new card in the mail now.


But I was almost a victim of CC fraud.

9:20am – As I’m walking out of the gym, I noticed the sparkle from the front desk lady’s hand. ADD activated. But then, I realized MY ring wasn’t on my finger. Oh good lord, this is bad. This is really bad. My ring was my grandmother’s that my grandfather bought her while they were vacationing in Greece. This ring means a lot to me, especially because both of my grandparents have passed away. The ring gives me this great comfort that my grandparents will always be very close to my heart.


So I ran back up the stairs, back to the locker room, opened the locker I was using. And there it was. Sitting right where I left it. I had to sit down on the bench for a minute. I slipped the ring back on my finger and just stared at it. I was about to cry until I realize that I was late for work. Thank god for long legs.

I almost lost the most sentimental and irreplaceable item I own.

And this was all before 9:30am! How early is too early to want NEED a glass of wine?!?!

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Howl At The Moon

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg

Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?

-From The Daily Post

I wish I could exclaim, “YES! Of course I let the madness wander.” But I don’t. Not publicly anyway. Not in life. Not in my writing. Why? Well, there’s certain lines of professionalism that I will not cross just to “let it go.” (Cue Frozen.)

To the world, I let the madness go to an extent: If there’s something that I want, I will go out and try my hardest to get it. If I set goals for my self, nothing will stop me from doing that. If I’m scared to try something new, I’ll do it anyway.

I think the most honest way to answer this question today is:

If it doesn’t affect my relationships (friends, family, and the bf), my job or my morals, then yes, I will absolutely follow my inner moonlight and let the madness go.

Privately, though, that’s a whole other story that requires a completely different response. Publicly, I filter myself. It’s necessary to do that in order to survive. However, I think sometimes we need to be able to let the madness go in our heads. We need to let it go in our minds and delve into the depths of our deepest fears. Not everyone has nightmares that haunt them. Or memories that they try to suppress. The ones that understand what it means to try and bury the madness in your head are the only ones who can truly understand what it feels like when the madness takes over.

You can hide it from the outside world, but you can never hide it from yourself.

To Think (Too Much)

Today’s thoughts brought to you by: The Daily Post: Verbal Communication.

To be, to have, to think, to move — which of these verbs is the one you feel most connected to? Or is there another verb that characterizes you better?

To think. Without a doubt describes me the best. In fact, I should really pick, “over-analyze.” I over-analyze EVERYTHING. For the most part, it is for my own good.

“Am I sober enough to be making this decision?”
“Is what I’m upset about really worth it?”
–> “Will this be worth being mad about by this time next year?”
“Do I NEED to purchase X, or should I really be saving money.”
“Do I really really want this tattoo?”

These are good things to think about. Things that everyone should stop and think about – especially with getting angry. Nine times out of ten times I save myself from losing friends and embarrassment due to my temper. I have learned to control that — this could be an entire new blog post!

The doen to over-analyzing: taking up too much time and energy. I spend a lot of time thinking. I have the time due to my commuting hours. Roughly 3 hours of my day. Sitting. Thinking. Going over past interactions.

“Well what if I said (this) instead?”
“Why did (name) say that? Is he/she mad? I must have said something wrong. I’m a bad friend.”
“Why didn’t (name) get back to me? They must be ignoring me. I should call them out on it. He/she can be all over FB but not text me back? Really?”
“Seriously, why did I pick these nail polish colors? Can you even see my design? It probably looks dumb anyway – I can’t match colors well. Why do I spend so much time picking out polish and carefully painting them only to hate it two days later?”

Conversations replay in my head. Over and over and over. I try distracting myself from these intrusive thoughts by memorizing song lyrics to my favorite artists.

See, you all knew there was a reason that I know so many song lyrics to bust out at random times!

I should be able to refocus my thoughts to writing more blog posts, reading the books I have on my list, or learning to knit like I said I would.

I’m even thinking too much about this blog post…