My Traffic Life

I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by Juan Dela Cruz, and I am currently being trained for more by Uncle Sam. Writing since the age of 12. Blogging since 2001. I keep a notebook and a pen in my bag, on my bedside table, and inside the bathroom. Misses a lot. Sometimes even my own voice. Loves to laugh. Sometimes even at myself. I am a work in progress. My ultimate dream is to be a SAHM. That is, if I am bound to have that chance in this lifetime... and I am.

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Don't take my words personally. At times, not even literally. This is my journal. You're my reader. My spectator. Applaud. Yawp. Yawn. Smile. Frown. Rave. Rant. Or not. Neither can I see you from where I am standing nor can I hear you.

This is not my life. Maybe just a part of it. But this is me meandering through life. My emotions fluctuate. My opinion varies. If it's too hot in here and you can't take it, leave. If it's dull and too cold, go somewhere else for warmth. I won't wipe the frown on your brow.

My stories, unless stated otherwise, are mostly fictional. Fiction could be based on reality. Still, they are fiction. Don't own it. Don't live in it. It is what it is. Leave it.

Watch out for the traffic light. Follow the rules. Cruise.

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I am going to use the word "hate" here because that's the way I feel about such crap. I hate peer pressure.

Not because everybody likes something or somebody, I have to like it, too. Not because something is pretty and nice to somebody, I have to look at them the same way. Not because everybody is nice to somebody, I have to do a curtsy, too. Crap. It is just pure crap. I wasn't born to be that way. My mother kept on telling me to be nice but life did not bring me up that way. I would rather show my real feelings and do my thing (i.e. sleep!) than smile and have some chit-chat with someone I don't care about (not even when everybody cares for that someone). And I do not know why my becoming so-so should be a big deal. I have a right for my own opinion. I'd rather stay behind the scene than show off. Heck, I won't even do a front act for someone I do not believe in. Even if she performs well for everyone. I am telling you, you'd rather put me out of the scene and that wouldn't even bother me.

Some people's precious gem could be a trash for me for no reason at all. But there is a reason why I am ignoring something even if it dances well in front of me. I do not collect trash. Not even a dancing trash.

Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful, or joyful. I do that all the time.
Whatever floats one's boat, may sink mine. Why don't people put that in their minds and just let things be?

One reason why some people say I am weird and I have my own little world is simply because I do not give-in to peer pressure. And I am not about to change that in me. I am too old for such crap. I am sorry but I will have to ignore any subject about this and that. I will not talk against anyone now. I have warned people in a lot of ways. Verbal. Action. If they don't get my point, it is no longer in my hands.

Hate. I should get rid of such word.
We all have issues. This is my way of closing mine.

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