Post 2 – is it okay to check his phone?
Okay, so I want to keep this blog thing going but it’s really hard. Really, I have a full schedule, and every 20 minutes I don’t have to be in class, or at my internship – I want to spend them watching Gossip girl, Melrose place, Dancing with the stars, or any other TV show that I love (which are many.) I haven’t posted in a week, and I remind myself everyday tat I need to do this, but always forget. I actually really enjoy writing.
Anyways, I just got of the phone with my friend Debora, and she did something I don’t know if I would do, or if it’s ok to do. She went through his phone. When he went to take a shower, she took his phone and read all his messages. My friend is not a psycho, ad by psycho I mean that obsessive and compulsive girlfriend who is super jealous and obnoxious. No – my friend is the most relaxed and open-minded girl that I know.
Here is the situation, both of us met him at her work’s event, and we became friends. I feel bad because I kind of pushed her to like him because I thought he was a nice guy, and I thought I saw something, like a spark, between them. So, he took her out on her birthday, and they kissed, and walked along the Charles, and had what I assume must have been a very romantic evening. They’ve been together for about two months, but have never had the “talk” about being boyfriend and girlfriend. I must say, I am not American, and neither is my friend – but he is. In my country, and of my knowledge, if you are together for 2 months, going to each other’s houses, meeting and knowing each others friends, sleeping over, cooking for each other, and taking the other to the hospital – that makes it a boyfriend and girlfriend thing to me. Apparently in the American world, it does not. There is such a thing as a hook up, or a one-night stand. Then there is the Booty call – when you call a person over strictly for sex. Then there is dating, which seems to mean that they are together, but they are not exclusive. Finally there is being a boyfriend and girlfriend – and then you are together, and only together. Apparently, they were just dating – however, in the past couple of weeks, they have been together more than ever. I haven’t seen her much, which makes me thing the relationship had developed a little bit, and he actually had told her that he really, really likes her.
So, she called me earlier today and told me she had gone through his phone. My first reaction was a mixture of ‘Oh no, why and you shouldn’t have done that’ – until, she told me what she found. Apparently he had kissed a girl at a bar, and met Debora just one hour later. He also spent the night with Debora, and texted this girl in the morning and through out the day – while he was with Debora. Here is the thing, this guy is leaving in about 2 months from Boston, because of work, he and my friend have been together for 2 months. I am actually glad she looked through his phone, and has realized what kind of guy he is. She has started to like him a lot, and although he claims the same thing, now I think he is just an ass. It’s better she really knows what kind of guy he is dealing with. If she had found nothing, I would have told her she is psycho and she shouldn’t have done it. I think it was intuition, because this is not the type of thing, she would do. Is it okay that I think it’s okay to look through someone’s phone if you find something?
Post 1
I wasn’t sure that I would sit and write again, but here I am. The last post I wrote, I wrote last night, and everything seems more reasonable and realistic when you are lying down on you bed before you sleep. Then you wake up to think “what was I thinking?”. There is actually a term for that because it’s actually a condition that relates to rationality, but I don’t remember it right now. Maybe if we did do the unreaonsle thngs that we thought at night, then we would have less things to regret. I always seem to think of bold goals that I want to achieve, and then always wake up too chicken to pursue them.
I am actually enjoying this blog thing, I found my self sitting on the subway, and in my financial accounting class thinking of the things I could write on this blog. I try to think of all the crazy things I’ve done in my life, from my Greek adventures, to my forest hikes for just one cigarette. I kind of worry that people I know, like my mother, will read this, but she probably wouldn’t even read it if I sent the link to her everyday for a week or maybe she would. My mother is a strong, and cold woman, who can be warm and funny. She is a workaholic and a stress bomb so it’s hard to find her happy, and if she’s happy I don’t think I can tell. It is surprising how people hide their love for others and their feelings. My father is the complete opposite when it comes to emotions. Everytime I talk to him, he tells me plenty of times that he loves me, and misses me, and that I am his princess and everytime I leave when we see each other he cries like a baby. You should see my father, a tall and handsome 56 year old man, very tan, relatively well built with a growing dessert belly. It’s funny when I see him cry every time that I leave, I never see him cry otherwise. Mind you, he is the same with my younger brother, who just turned 16 and is in the process of finding himself.
I think I am more like my mother than my father when it comes to showing emotions, at least towards them. I find it easy to tell my boyfriend and friends that I love them. When it comes to my parents, I can never tell them I love them, maybe because I love them more than anything in the world. I think my generation is throwing the word love around too much, don’t you? I do it much less now since I came to this realization, but I used to always tell my friends, and my friends always tell me “Bye babe, love ya.” or “Talk to you later boo, love you.” or something of the sort. I think I do love some my friends and I do think I have friends that will know my grandchildren, but there are plenty of people who tell me they love when I know they don’t, and whom I say I love, when I know I don’t. I care about them, they care about me, we are friends, and like each other, but it’s not love, it’s not what I feel towards my family.
I am complicated. I wish I could tell my parents that I love them more often, and I wish my generation would throw less love around. I guess I go with what’s easier, I throw the word love around to people I don’t love, and I lie to them, and I keep the truth from my parents. I think the people I love, know that I love them.
Seriously, I am boring myself with what I am writing. I guess I am just trying to think of something else other than my fight with Ted (his name is not really Ted, but I guess blogs try to keep people anonymous.) But, I’ll talk about this fight later, when it’s resolved and I know everything is going to be okay.
Introduction
I’ve always loved writing, even though I don’t think I’m very good at it, so I wanna give this blog thing a try. I don’t know if anyone will ever read this, or if I’m writing because it will make me feel better, or if I’m writing because I want to be entertained in 20 years when I read this stuff again. I recently had a marketing internship with ShowMeStyle and because of that I got into twitter, and through twitter I found a fashion blog in which I occasionally write in. I’m only 20, and I am one of the most sociable people I know, or I was… I feel like people who write tend to always be lonely, or weird, and I am not that at all. Or am I? Anyways, I started this blog because of a class, and now, I am going to continue because I feel like it, and I guess it does make me feel better.
My name is Gabby, and I am not an alcoholic. I am a Brazilian student living in Boston and studying Graphic Design. I’ve lived in 8 countries, and I’ve visited over 25. I have a boyfriend, plenty of friends, and I am starting this great internship and my 3rd year in University. I hope that I can entertain you (who is you? Hahah… you is ME!) through my stories… and yes, my Worldy experience.
Boston Public Library Class Trip – Noticing Patterns
These were some patterns I noticed and took pictures of on the way to the Boston Public Library. Some are regular, some are irregular. What unifies the irregular patterns are the colours and shapes.
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