Blaenk Denum

Well, as the whole world has noticed (or not), I’ve been away. I drove south, jumped the border, and landed in México. Man, of all places, oh well. I actually went with some cousins, cause they came over on the 29th or something I forget but who cares, anyways I left with them, stayed there for a week I think, and came back. MAN, was it different from the other times I had went, not México itself, but the experience. For the first time in my long life, did I actully miss the strict rules, guidelines, organization and regulations that built this nation, I actually missed home! That was weird, it was probably because this time I went there with less uh, will of going, or however you say it. Like, other times I had been really wanting to go, this time it was just to ‘do my part’ or whatever. Anyways, it was pretty funny, the trip there was a little like this.

When I was on my way there, the traffic was pretty bad, “A vuelta de rueda”, in other words, really slow. That’s when this song comes in:

Then, once I crossed the border, I saw the people selling things to the people coming to U.S.A. and all and I heard this song:

Then, after I finally got into the mainland, I saw people driving all crazy, not as in crashing into each other and cussing each other out but as in, like, in México, it’s every man for himself when it comes to driving.

For example, when I was 11 and went to a place called Tlaxcala, one of my ‘rich’ cousins took me in his car to another place called Puebla, and on the way there, we were on this like, two lane road on the mountain-side, one lane for each direction of course. Anyways, we were behind this big huge truck, like an 18 wheeler or something, and it was going pretty slow and my cousin got all impatient and whatever, so he looks to his left side out the window, and gets back in, then revs up and passes the trailer on the other side of the road, and another trailer is coming on the lane we’re on now, again, we’re on the wrong side of the road, and my cousin barely slips back into the right lane, in front of the trailer which was ahead of us, barely missing the incoming trailer, I was freaked out of my little body.

Anyways, there are no lane markings in most streets, and I’m not talking about little residential streets I mean main streets, and so people just differentiate the lanes by how many cars can fit on the road haha. The only way you can drive is by slipping into a spot and that’s also the only way you know you’re driving correctly, because you fit into the miniscule spot.

Anyways, so I came in and I see all of that dilema, and I see pick up trucks with kids on the back and workers as well, and that’s when I start to hear this song.

Nevertheless, I’m back (Hears the whole world cheer). Like I said, for the first time in my life, I missed this place. No not the computer I didn’t even remember I had it (Hears the whole world laugh sarcastically), I mean here, the U.S.A., the “Taken for granted land”. I really did miss the exagerated rules and strict regulations and organiz-aholic obsessed guidelines, I missed it. Many people here whine and bi…complain about the rules and laws and what not, but it’s for our own good, well, most of them. Not until someone ends up dead do people admit the rules are needed. I missed the paranoid inspections of every little thing, the pesky ‘not there when you need them’ cops, this whole system.

Anyways, I’m back to be back here. I’m not saying I didn’t like México, it’s great. But like many countries it’s pretty, well, different, from the U.S.A. One thing for example that I like about México is that everything is small, well, I mean everything’s close together. Like, I can walk around to the corner store and not feel intimidated by the big size of everything and the long distances. I absolutely hate, however, the anarchistic aroma México carries. The ‘I can do whatever the heck I want’, type of thing. The thing that in many places is the cuase of the dirtyness of the place. I hate how most people whine about the state México is in when they help it be there, hipocritical remarks that are a typical third world country’s fragrance. In other words, for example, say some guy whines about how dirty some place is, but they themselves don’t really do anything about it. I’ve seen graffiti messages with meaning in some places, with things such as “Clean our country” and stuff like that, one I really liked that I saw when I first went in was “Remember, elegance is not measured by money but by good taste“, which of course I saw in Spanish.

I really do hate the anarchistic behavior, so much that it sickens me. I hate how probably every car you see in some places was one time robbed, the buyer doesn’t know, but can assume, but they can’t do anything about it becuase most cars have been robbed, it’s a weird circulation of robbed cars. Rob, sell, buy, rob, sell, buy; hey look that’s one of my cars that got robbed! Oh well, I bought a ‘new’ one. I also hate how anyone’s Bob’s uncle is involved in narcotrafficing/drug trafficing, or in other malicious activity. I hate how most people are easily bribed, it truely is every man for himself. I hate how some people who have barely a little more than others feel god-like and much better than the rest, sometimes they even discriminate, “Oh, he looks indigenous, he must be poor, therefore thanks to my stupid deduction skills, he won’t have enough money to pay so he isn’t coming in”. True, there are great places in México but these types of people usually run around in it. People that in a country of need feel much better than the rest. I’m not generalizing at all, I like México, and I’m just stating some of its flaws, there are many more good things about it and I’d have a more productive time stating them, but I’m stating the faults.

Ironically, the most honest places in México are usually ‘pueblitos’, little villages full of honest hard working people, usually ‘indigenous’ people. There’s even been tests to see how honest and true these people are against city people, and they always end up winning. Again, I’m not saying everyone in México is like this, there’s really some great people that help out the rest of the people.

Overall, it was okay, not as great as the other times but it was probably because I had other things in mind, since I only have like three weeks left before school and I have to get things ready. Anyways, see you guys around.