Posted 2 years, 6 months ago late at night by oso
Oso,
I’ve gotta say, these emails are starting to sound a bit demanding. The last time I heard from you was over three months ago. Remember? You wanted everyone to stop asking you so many questions. And now this, a one line email that says only … now let’s see, I’ve got it around here somewhere … ahh yes, “dear world, please tell everyone to chill the fuck out.”
Oso … tsk tsk, is this how you treat a friend? Come on bro, it would be nice to hear from you when things are looking up as well. You live in one of my nicest corners. Why not the occasional note about the fine looking females or the year-long summers.
Not only that, but you’re just asking me to repeat myself. Remember what I told you in regards to all those questions people were asking you? You’ve just got to be prepared. Now, I’ve been keeping my eyes on you and you’re doing fine. I see you when you walk into Rubio’s these days: “Hi, I’d like the three fish tacos combo with a regular drink rather than paying just ten cents extra for a large drink and my order is for here, my name is David even though you will type in Damian, and I already know that the salsa bar is to my left so you can save your breath.” Sure, so you had to add a few syllables, but the point is that you were able to make the change from within.
Now listen, you know how much that Hispanic Pundit prick pisses me off, but really, the doofball has got a point: you liberals, you’re always whining about others instead of examining yourselves. My question isn’t why should everyone else chill the fuck out, it’s, ‘why is this coming up right now?’ Why is mister happy-go-lucky himself getting so bothered all of a sudden?
Now, I’ve been taking some notes, so if you’d stop interrupting and let me make my points … First of all, you only play if it’s your game. What I mean by that is you want everything to be light, witty sarcasm. The only way you know how to talk about the profound is with profanity. And when you do it, it’s always at arm’s length. “Love hurts” is an easy statement for you my freckly bear, but how often do you say “I hurt”?
Once someone tries to actually engage you, what do you do? You disengage. When you can no longer get away with absurdity you turn silent and forlorn. Either that or it’s your favorite bullshit excuse: “I really need a lot of alone time to think and reflect.” Ie. “I don’t want to deal with this right now.” You know what I call that Mister Maturity? I call that emotional immaturity. You’re 25 years old and you don’t know how to communicate your own feelings. Worse yet, I don’t think you even know how to feel them.
Oso, really, please stop with the interruptions. Sure, I understand what you’re saying. What’s the big deal about “being serious” or “communicating your feelings” or analyzing life. And yes, I agree, we all wind up six feet deep. But, let’s remember here, you’re the one who wrote to me asking that everyone chill the fuck out. And that’s just the point. You need to be in touch with others, not just your fancy shmancy, ironic literary journals. You need to make concessions for them. I mean, here’s a news bulletin for you buddy, when someone’s your friend for more than three or four years, they sorta expect to get closer to you … you know? But you never let them. And your constant joking around starts to wear on them. Surely you see it in their eyes. They just want you to be … well, you. But the real worrisome thing is that you don’t even know who that is.
And this is why I am drawing this out. Because I feel like this is a developmental stage in your life. I feel like you are stepping into the shoes of a new chapter. And that you’ve successfully found a way to act as a relayer of conversations without ever looking in at yourself. Without taking the time to be comfortable with your past and your own identity. It’s a convenient pretext … and I hope you don’t take it. Suerte my friend,
World
Dicho y derecho. What a touching entry. It’s rare to find this kind of stuffs online. I understand a lot more about writing personal essay online since I’m learning more about you. I’m glad the world appreciates you.
Word brotha.
Dicho y derecho.
Wow. Amazing writing. Honto.
that’s what I call tough love!
As long as you’re one step ahead of them, they won’t ask too many questions. Thanks for lunch!
This is like speaking in the third person in a very twisted way. LOL
wow. the world speaks to you. for me, i still can’t figure out who all those voices in my hear are.
Patri,
Thank you. I hope that means your name will soon be linked to the words of a thoughtful observer.
Abo,
I had a feeling you’d be quick to agree with World. I admit, he had some smart points, but I’m still not sure I’m completely convinced. Why look at the world with such severity? Isn’t it just as possible that my real flaw lies in the fact that I need everyone to like me? If someone is bothered by my lack of seriousness and disregard for whatever they may call holy, maybe I should just be better at letting go of them?
Not only that, but I’ve always been … and remain to be … skeptical of why people love to dig up the hurt. It’s probably my own complex, but when someone asks me about my family or old relationships, they seem much more interested in playing Freud than getting to know me. I think I am hypersensitive about being filed away in some Freudian archetype folder - which always seems like the end of the game.
With all that said, I’m making a conscious effort towards sincerity.
DT & Hector,
Grazi.
Tumbleweed,
Word up, I want a more compassionate alter-ego.
Cindylu,
How rad was that restaurant? Do you know any Chinese midgets? For some reason, the next time we go I’d like to be accompanied by a Chinese midget.
Unfortunately, I’m only a step ahead of the new friends. The old ones have been echoing World’s thoughts for a long while. Which is why it was so easy to write.
Logtar,
The more I think about it, the more literature seems like an exercise in empathy. A way to step into the shoes of others - whether it’s looking out at the rest of the world, or looking in on yourself. Maybe it’s not as honest as writing in the first person, but I think it’s just as useful.
Myke,
I suggest you use q-tips to get the voices out of your hear.
Hmmm.
Aaaall Righty Then.
Hi, Oso….just dropping in to say hi. I don’t really understand this entry, but it sounds like some sort of ‘falling out’.
Cuidate.
DD,
This post was an attempt at being creative while reminding myself of character flaws. Which is why I’m explaining it sincerely instead of with my usual self-deprecating sarcarsm. No falling out though.
What’s up with http://deedeelatinorepublican.com/ and where is it?
Uh oh! Did I screw something up?
My site is http://www.latinorepublican.com
Hmmm. I thought you knew that…..you hurted my feelers, Oso.
P.S. I see no character flaws in you.
Oh DD, come, come, of course I know your url. Which is why I was confused when the link on your name on comment 10 had changed. I thought maybe you and HP were expanding your GOP Latino empire.
Thank you for not seeing my flaws.
^^^ lol! You had me belly laughing, Oso.
Come, come to our side, my dear sweet, Oso. I promise you won’t regret it .
Come to the GOP Latino Empire (with a triple shot of espresso). 
Sorry I’m late. This entry reminded me of some things I wrote to you once, which I kinda regretted because they were pointing out my character flaws rather than yours. Maybe the world has it wrong. Every way you are being you’re being yourself, and that’s fine with me.
I wasn’t so much agreeing with “World” but rather acknowledging a well-written, thoughtful post. I found this more humorous than serious, but maybe I misread your point. I just found it funny, thoughtful and enlightening.
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