Mexican Thoughts

Proposal: Ask people why they broke up with their exes. Make things interesting and ask them to be blunt as possible and hold nothing back. The point is to make everyone be able to get a bit off their chest while trying to be empathetic of their feelings. Expanding: Breaking up with anyone is an extremely difficult action for almost anyone (unless you really had no connection with that person, then you must be really lonely inside). In the process that comes after it, the heart is heavy and one’s moral is low. In order to bounce back, many rely on friends and family to bring them out of their stumps. In order to come up with good results and answers, I will try to relate to them by detailing my own breakup and ways in which I have gotten back to being a better me. I will try to drop my guard as much as possible since these people will be strangers and won’t want people to pry open. Understandably, there will be people that will turn the other way and want nothing to do with the pro...

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I’m in love with soccer. There is nothing more relaxing than grabbing a bunch of friends, a ball and heading to a field to play for hours on end. When I was 3 years old, I received my first soccer ball and it became one of my favorite toys in the world. I would wear a lot of soccer jerseys growing up but also just grew to fall in love with the sport itself. It consumed me. Nothing was more important that playing on that field. Nothing. I remember it pretty clearly but when I about 10, I missed a very important game because we had school on a Saturday. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was letting my teammates down and that I have helped them if I was there. Fortunately, they won and that feeling went away but my desire to stay on that field for as long as possible never wavered. I joke with my mom about it now but I would always play with injuries and never gave myself a break. I tell her that it’s the cause of most of my pain now in my ankles. I love the anticipation of a bi...

She: We aren’t doing this here. Why did you think that this was a good idea? He: Because you kept avoiding me. Did you really think that this was going to get solved without talking about it? She: Yes, because I like to believe that on my wedding day that everything would go smoothly. I assumed that it would be enough to be code for “hey, let’s just play nice for now and when this is done, maybe we’ll talk about it. But as usual, you like to make things even more complicated. He: I like to think of it as me trying to find a solution to a problem that has been going on for a while. Something that would make us both happy, you know? You can’t really tell me that you’re going to go through with this. Him, of all people? The guy that ruined everything. The same guy that- She: That makes me happy, yes. That makes me think that everything is going to be okay. That doesn’t pick fights with me over the smallest detail of my personality. Yes, I think I am going to...

Anger stood in front of me as she had done so many times before. I didn’t have a hold on my temper and she would make frequent visits to my psyche before I decided to let my anger loose. Her red and white polka dot dress clashed with the white and red polka dot tentacle-like figures I would come to dub “Anger’s Chokehold.” She stood there calmly as if she knew why she was there for the umpteenth time this year. She didn’t move or talk. Her eyes pierced my skin and I felt my body temperature begin to rise. The figures grew taller as my eyes begin to ring, and my vision begins to get progressively blurry. She continues to stand there calmly. HOW DOES SHE STAND THERE CALMLY? CAN’T SHE FEEL THE ANGER AS WELL? Her calmness angers me further but I’m still not at my boiling point. And then it hits me all at once. The fact that I’m taken for granted by my family and friends. The fact that Danny, my best friend since grade school, bailing on me and not returning any of my calls. ...