Why Loneliness is “Okay” (Sometimes)

So, I admit today was probably not the most fun day. Besides studying for finals (yay…), and other non-social activities of the day, I had a lot of time to think. Now I know what most of you are thinking, “Uh-oh….”, but hear me out.

So I’ve been thinking a lot about loneliness (which actually makes a lot of sense to think about in my peudo-isolation). At some point I probably texted a lot of my friend (sorry, guys…) asking them a simple question, “Do you ever have the feeling that even when you’re surrounded by people, you’re still alone?” The results were astounding. And by “astounding”, I mean nobody texted me back when I asked them that question (thanks, guys…).

“Well, what does this mean, Jorge?” Well, this means one of two things: a). They’re all doing something busy, more than likely studying for finals, or out with other friends, or something like that, or b). They just feel like ignoring me, and stuff…

…Oh, that’s not what what you meant, ME? Get you’re stuff straight…

Well, if you meant, “Where are you going with this post?”, then I shall tell you. I feel like loneliness, as much as it might suck, isn’t all that bad. I mean, sure, we humans are social creatures by nature, and social interaction is what helps humans stay sane, but there’s plus sides to being alone. (But never alone for TOO long!)

When you are truly alone, you are probably in the best place to be to figure things out. If you ave a problem or an issue that’s bugging you, of course getting advice is only a natural course of action. But when you have advice from multiple sources, and then you give yourself time to think about the issue, you’ll figure what’s best in your scenario.  Plus, in an intimacy with nature, and with your own thoughts and calmness, inspiration seems to come like a lightning bolt. I’ve never felt more inspired than when I’m with no one but myself (that, of course, is wisdom for all of my creative thinkers, out there).

Now, this is where I ask you what I asked all my friends over random-text today: “Do you ever have the feeling that even when you’re surrounded by people, you’re still alone?”.

I feel like that a lot. I especially feel like that being the new kid at school. Of course, I don’t let it get to me. I mean, most of these kids have known each other for the last few years, if not even longer. It’s nothing to be surprised by. And I’m not surprised. But I still feel that loneliness strike me in the heart, and consume me. I feel the ebb and flow of the tides of darkness enter my heart and swallow me whole, taking every part of me not tied down by the few things I can still hold onto in my sanity. Or something like that.

Enough of the pity-party, though. I haven’t been nearly as alone as I let myself believe. I have good friends (who don’t text back…), and family and people that care about me. So don’t thinking I’m depressed or anything, I’m fine.

But this loneliness that I’m now talking about can’t be something that only I experience. So let me know what’s on your mind, if you ever feel like that too, or if you are feeling like that now and want to talk (or if you just want to talk). There’s a comment section underneath, follow me (tweet @jpthepalacios) [http://twitter.com/jpthepalacios], or post something on my Facebook, or message me through Facebook  [http://facebook.com/thedailyjorge]. Until next post, Peace!…

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Saying Stupid Stuff

So when people talk about stuff, a lot of the time  I have these little thoughts that creep up in my mind, saying things like, “Oh, tell us more about [ex: how your parents don’t love you],” or, “Wait, are you actually saying this stuff right now? Are these words actually coming out of your mouth right now?”. Suffice to say, I often times feel like punching people in the jaw while they are making:  a). bogus or petty appeals,  b). attacks on someone else through really bad humor or logic, or  c). saying things that should be outright banned in public. Of course, I’m no angel, but if you’ve read my other posts as of yet, that’s probably nothing new.

So, I believe we need to educate everyone (yes everyone, even me) on what things we should and shouldn’t say, and to whom. Obviously you can say more to your friends than you can to strangers, but there are certain things even your friends shouldn’t have to hear you (or me) say.

For example, there is an explicit difference between having an honest and reasonable dislike for a teacher and, for example, calling her “Satan” when ever the opportunity to do so arises (i.e. someone mentions her name). [That’s an actual thing. Not my best or my worst example so far. Also, I apologize to the friend who’s example of this I’m using. Knowing you, you’ll probably either love me or hate me for doing so. No names, of course.]

I realize, though, how unrealistic of a goal this is. Sometimes, though, it is not the worst of us, but the best of us, that fall to the temptations of saying something really stupid. Such as myself. Take what you will from the use of the two last sentences.

Here are my rules of what not to say (which of course, I don’t always adhere to):

1. Never make a joke about something that might be considered “morbid”, unless you know the person you are talking to. Please refrain from making a morbid joke when the conditions are very serious, or when the person in charge is in a position of power above you and doesn’t have a great sense of humor…

For me this seems kind of obvious. I like to make jokes about things that are very “dark” or “messed up” in nature. But I usually won’t make one to strangers, and I especially don’t with teachers, bosses, etc.

2. Don’t complain about things that are out of anybody’s power, or that you know aren’t completely true. Again, it might be okay around friends, but never around strangers.

My thing for this one is that you can only complain if the circumstances are within someone’s complain. There is also a difference between complaining and voicing an opinion. It all depends on how to you say it. It also depends on who it is said to. Also don’t say things like, “My parents don’t love me”, because the odds are that your parents do love you, you are just overreacting because they didn’t let you do something or reprimanded you for doing something bad.

3.Don’t say things about people you wouldn’t say to their face. Also, if you tell everybody else, and then that person, that’s considered a [punk-a$$] thing to do.

So, here is one that I respect as often as possible. It’s understandable to want to vent about a person’s behavings to an undividual or a small group of people that you trust. That’s perfectly okay. What’s not okay is talking smack to a person behind said persons back. We’re all guilty of this, even me (some would say especially me).

The thing here, I guess, is to understand when we’re in the wrong. I’ve been in the wrong. But acceptance is the first step. And the journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. So on that note, I’ll leave this post up to you guys to interpret, and this wisdom for you to either accept or reject. So, peace!…

Stream of Semi-Consciousness?

This post is dedicated to the people who have loved, and lost, and those who are no longer with us. May the souls of the innocent be cared for, and may they never be forgotten among us. “‘Everything happens for a reason’, they say, but I say there’s a reason things happen.” -Blue Scholars

There’s a Led Zeppelin poster hanging up in my room. (Actually, no there isn’t. There should be though, so I will act like there is one until I get around to buying one.) There is a calendar laying on the four-moths-to-one-page page on another wall. I have an amp in the weird corner, with a bulletin board on which I hang “important” things hanging above it. Next to that I have two guitars (my blue acoustic-electric, which is still in its case, and my Mexican 12-string, which is actually called a Bajo-Sexto) on stands, and a medium sized dresser with lots of drawers. On the other side of the Bulletin Board is the Bathroom door, which is also next to the foot of my bed, which lies on the opposite side as the dresser. My closet is about half of my wall on the other side of my room.  Next to my bed is a night stand, on which lies a bunch of junk.

Right now, I have my laptop on top of my bed. I am sitting next to the side of the bed, on top of a special drum called a “cajon”, which is made for people to sit on.

As I am typing, I get a text from a weird number I haven’t seen before. I text back and it turns out to be a friend of mine who’s number I hadn’t saved. I probably didn’t have it before, and am wondering if I gave him my number or not. No matter, there are plenty of other ways of him having gotten it, so I don’t really mind. I also see I have a message I didn’t notice from another friend I was texting. “Dang, I hope she doesn’t think I ignored that text.”, I think to myself.

I notice that I am typing a lot of things about what I’m doing and what I’m saying.

Too my right is an acoustic guitar I was playing earlier, and to my left is my Electric, which is still in its gig bag. I think about getting it out to play. Maybe “Chameleon”, by Herbie Hancock. Or maybe I will just mess around for a bit.

I come to and…

FREEZE.

That has been an exploration of stream of consciousness writing, from myself. It was a little weird, and probably really boring. To compensate, I shall write humorously now:

So when people talk about stuff, a lot of the time  I have these little thoughts that creep up in my mind, saying things like, “Oh, tell us more about [ex: how your parents don’t love you],” or, “Wait, are you actually saying this stuff right now? Are these words actually coming out of your mouth right now?”. Suffice to say, I often times feel like punching people in the jawswhile they are making:  a). bogus or petty appeals,  b). attacks on someone else through really bad humor or logic, or  c). saying things that should be outright banned in public. Of course, I’m no angel, but if you’ve read my other posts as of yet, that’s probably nothing new.

So, I believe we need to educate everyone (yes everyone, even me) on what things we should and shouldn’t say, and to whom. Obviously you can say more to your friends than you can to strangers, but there are certain things even your friends shouldn’t have to hear you (or me) say.

For example, there is an explicit difference between having an honest and reasonable dislike for a teacher and, for example, calling her “Satan” when ever the opportunity to do so arises (i.e. someone mentions her name). [That’s an actual thing. Not my best or my worst example so far. Also, I apologize to the friend who’s example of this I’m using. Knowing you, you’ll probably either love me or hate me for doing so. No names, of course.]

I realize, though, how unrealistic of a goal this is. Sometimes, though, it is not the worst of us, but the best of us, that fall to the temptations of saying something really stupid. Such as myself. Take what you will from the use of the two last sentences.

Hey, maybe I’ll continue this ran tomorrow. Yeah! That sounds like a great idea! Check the rest of this rant tomorrow. Until then, peace!

Sometimes…

We all have days like that. We all have days where we end up (finally) reaching the end of it, and being like, “I am so grateful this day is about to be over.” And then you realize that it’s only 1:15 p.m.

Today, for me, was one of those days. And for that reason, this post will not be ridiculously long. I’ve just had a lot of stuff going on though. I’ve been thinking about a lot of things, recently, and it seems to be getting to me. There are just so many things going on, so many different angle from which my mind has been pulled. And to top it all off, in my teenage world (if I am a teen, I mean), there exist such things as teenage girls. Teenage girls, whether or not they try, whether or not they mean to, and whether or not they even know it, have a huge effect on teenage guys.

But, that’s not to say that there is a certain girl (“one particular girl”, if I may put it that way) that has been on my mind. That’s also not to say there hasn’t been. That’s private, for as much as I pour my heart and soul onto these (web)pages, I can’t reveal everything. I will say this much though, I’m not sad about where I am. I’m actually quite content. But even in my content-ness, that doesn’t mean the possibility of something more isn’t calling to me, trying to seduce me into its trap.

I digress. Today has been one of those days. And there isn’t one specific reason as to why. Instead, a number of smaller ones. But that’s okay. Tomorrow is a new day, for me, for you, and for all. So let us celebrate the opportunity of another day to start fresh, to start anew.

Be grateful for the thing we have, and those that we enjoy. But be grateful for the things you don’t like, and that bug you, too. It is because of those things that you enjoy the “good” things so much.

I know this might attract criticism, but it’s my own belief that everything is made up of two things: the Good and the Bad. Put this in the context of Lupe Fiasco’s Food & Liquor. He associates Good with Food, and the Bad with Liquor. We are all made up of both. For that reason, nothing and no one are made completely good or completely evil. We are purely a mixture of both, just in different ratios.

Nothing “good” is completely Good, and nothing “bad” is completely Bad. That is just the way things are. But we also have to decide how we look at things. Pessimists see only the bad, only the liquor. Optimists see only the good, only the food. Realists see, and deal, with both.

Wow, this post turned out to be longer than I thought it would. And contained more philosophy and intimacies than I thought it might. But that’s okay, no one reads it anyway…

Peace!

Lists (Part 1)

Here is a list of 5 lists I shall list, for the sake of lists (and posting tonight). Also, none of these are in order, necessarily. Enjoy!

List # 1: Things I like:
1. Coffee.
2. Music (within the lengths of what we would call “good” music, “good” being subjective to myself.)
3. Saying I can rap.
4. Food.
5. Christmasand not just because I get stuff, but because it feels good to enjoy family and friends’ company, and I get to give presents to the ones I love, and that feels good on the inside. 
6. Humor (when it’s funny).
7. Coffee from Starbucks.
8. Receiving unexpected compliments from people.
9. Free stuff.
10. Girls (possibly one in particular. The world may never know…).

List # 2: Things I don’t like:
1. Homework. Especially the tedious type.
2. (Most) Christmas Music.
3. When people ignore my texts, or won’t talk on the phone. Not a serious issue, just bugs me a little…
4. Lack of 4G in my area.
5. The Friend-zone.
6. 2 Chainz’s rapping.
7. Obnoxious and Pretentious Hipsters.
8. When others accuse me of being an Obnoxious and Pretentious Hipster.
9. Being broke.
10. When someone asks me if I wanna go somewhere, and I wanna go, but I have to say, “No”.

List # 3: Things I want for Christmas:
1. A ’59 Gibson Les Paul Traditional (that’s a guitar, a really, really nice guitar).
2. Starbucks money (in the form of gift cards, not actual money).
3. Actual Money.
4. A Macintosh/Apple computer. More than anything, a Macbook Pro.
5. Snow here in Colorado. Seriously, it has been waaaay too dry so far this year.
6. A cool looking coat for the winter that’s not too bulky.
7. My two front teeth.
8. A free subscription to a cool guitar magazine. Guitar World, maybe?
9. A cool Mic to start recording, and the latest FL Studio.
10. World Peace A Bear Grylls Survival knife. The cool one, with the fire-starter.

List # 4: Songs I recommend:
1. “Stairway to Heaven”, by Rodrigo y Gabriela.
2. “Can’t Hold Us”, by Macklemore X Ryan Lewis feat. Ray Dalton
3. “Round Midnight”, by Wes Montgomery
4. “What You Know”, by Two Door Cinema Club
5. “A Beautiful Mess”, by Jason Mraz
6. “Mister Rodgers”, by Grynch (Shout out to the man himself, Mr. Grynch, for replying to me on twitter, and recommending this song himself! Pretty cool, right?)
7. “Satellite”, by Rise Against
8. “Oxford Comma”, by Vampire Weekend
9. “I’m Gonna Find Another You”, by John Mayer
10. “Still Got Love”, by Blue Scholars

List # 5: Things I recommend you don’t do:
1. Get into a car accident. Vehicular, of course, but please avoid them especially when you are a pedestrian.
2. Kill frogs.
3. Grow up.
4. Eat people.
5. Belittle others.
6. Disrespect women, or elders, or women-elders. Or Elder-women.
7. Blog.
8. Run over Pedestrians.
9. Badmouth a friend…behind his back.
10. Make lists.

Music (Part 1)


Music

What is music?

Sorry, I was about to start another post with a question. It’s a good thing I stopped myself before it was too….

Okay, so music. It’s a cool thing. It’s a really cool thing, actually. It wakes me up, takes me to school, helps me get through the day, helps me get through homework, helps me get my energies out, and then puts me to sleep. How awesome, right? Well, I have just one thing about music: what is it?

I mean, Dictionary.com defines music as, “an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.” But that seems very abstract. What is harmony? What is rhythm? What is color? What is “and”?

I like using ideas and emotions to describe music. I mean, what bonds Mozart, Wes Montgomery, and Lupe Fiasco together with Freddie Mercury, Rodrigo y Gabriela, and The Roots? They all gave emotion and ideas to what they call, and what we consider their music.

That’s another thing, we can’t truly describe, or try to define, music unless we understand what it is first, through exposure and experience to it. So we can’t know what music is, unless we know what music is. Kind of a tricky scenario we are put in, isn’t it?

As a “musician”, or one who “does” music, I feel like music is the epitome of the human condition in an auditory form: of feelings, ideas, culture, action, thoughts, practices, intentions, words, knowledge, and emotion. But music goes beyond the purely auditory. Music contains, it captivates, it submerges those who listen. Because when you listen to music, you are doing more than just purely listening to music. Music is an experience in time that does something to us. It effects us. It submerges all of us, our body, mind, heart, and spirit, into it’s depth. That’s why we love it so much. That is why we use it so much. Music is beyond simple metaphysics, it is a part of us.

This post is about to end. But it needs more to it, which I can’t do, because, well, it’s the week before Finals week. Hopefully I’ll have something more to add to this in the near future. Until then, Peace!…