Potential Benefits of Procrastination

In this article, six potential benefits of procrastination are explained, among them the possibility of having a great idea while procrasdtinating or realizing while you're procrastinating that what you're procrastinating it's not what you truly want, and then during your procrastination you decide what you truly want to do and that way you can start by doing so instead of procrastinating even more.

Link here.

Personal opinion:

I don't know if I agree with any of this potential benefits, it looks to me that this article is a procrastination itself, just the same as this post. Sorry.

The Hazel Drew mystery

In this article, one of the creators of the 90's drama Twin Peaks, Mark Frost,

Twin Peaks promotional poster

 says that the main plot of the show, Laura Palmer's murder, was based on a 

similar unsolved cased, Hazel Drew's murder.

Frost explains that his grandmother used to tell him Hazel Drew's story as a nightmarish bedtime story, and 20 years later, he created Twin Peaks half remembering the details of that sad tale.

During the article, Hazel Drew's murder is explained and also some of her last days, some conections she had with other people, what may have happened, some theories that were formed back in the day... Everything looking very familiar since many of those things also happened to Laura Palmer in Twin Peaks.

Personal Opinion:

I don't know what I'm supposed to opine about this, since we're talking about a real death and murder and stuff, so I'll just say that I'm really exited about the new season of Twin Peaks, and since I didn't know which news I could write about, I just googled "Twin Peaks" and this is the first result that showed up. 

And that's it. Very interesting article though.

Link here.

Informal letter

                                                 
                                                                                                                            No adress
                                                                                                                            Because this isn't real
                                                                                                                            18th of April, 2017

Dear imaginary friend named Michael,

I believe you have nomophobia, because that's just how things are. And, as the awesome friend that I am, I'll try to give you some advice to get over it.

First of all, I'll say that I understand what you're going through. You've got all the information that has ever existed at the palm of your hand just by typing the word you want to learn. Who doesn't like that?
But we live in a society where we encourage people to "live in the moment" and "enjoy the little things" , even though we spend our lives ignoring that moment and working for a future that may never come (because we chase it for all our lives but then we usually die while we're still chasing it).

So, my dear Michael, ignore your urges to check your phone and live in a reality built by other people that needs constant validation of all humanity, and do as they say.
Because spending your life looking at a small screen is obviously a bad thing, but spending it studying things you don't like to get a job that you'll probably hate and then die realizing that you have wasted your short exsistence as much as you would have looking at the phone the whole time is definitely better, right?
At the end of the day, people that hate so much mobiles are the people who just hate everything and complain about everyone (those damn nowadays kids and their phones!), and the ones that love them and praise them are zombificated creatures that can't live without their Instagrams.

Do what you want, Mike. Keep your nomophobia or get over it. Both are bad, but I'll be your (imaginary) friend anyway.
Always yours,
Aixa

Describe your soulmate/life parnter

I think I should start this compostion explainig my views on soulmates and explaining my own definiton of it, leading that to the description of my soulmate; otherwise it would sound very narcissistic/egocentrical. So, that being said; I will proceed to do so.
I don't believe in the exsistence of a soulmate/perfect life partner. I believe that our exsistence as a race is nothing but an accident caused by the crash of two "big rocks"  in the space a billion years aog; no one created us with a special path designed for each one of us nor we are supposed to meet someone who will make our life complete or will make us feel "whole" again. According to my theory, we walk alone our whole lives thinking that we have the world at he palm of our hands when at the end of the day the only thing that's truly awaiting for us at the palm of our hands is death.
What I'm trying to say with this is that the only thing that we will ever get to know in its fullness and true form is death, not another human being. Therefore, according to the popular definition of the word "soulmate" (or perfect life partner), I believe there is only one fitting candidate to be mine, the only one that I will ever get to know evem better than I will know death: me. And again, I am in no way trying to be narcissistic or egocentrical.
And what can I say about myself, my soulmate, that isn't already known? My name is Aixa, I'm 18 years old, I've got brown eyes and brown hairm like almost everyone in this country, I am tall, which is great even though I can't fully understand why, I am currently studying a hellish thing called "Batxillerat", the only thing that I believe that I trly enjoy in this world is fiction (in any form: books, movies, videogames, TV series...) and I think I dislike reality very much, and my only quality is also my biggest fault; we could consider that I've been blessed with the curse of being completely useless, not good at anything and a bit (and saying "a bit" because without that "a bit" sounds kinda harsh) worthless; this incapacitates me of doing anything good or worth it, but at the same time it saves me from doing any effort in order to succeed because I know I'll never will, giving me a lot of time to waste away.
So, even with my quality/fault of being the best at being the worst at everything, I enjoy very much being my soulmate and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life by my side, which undoubtely, I will.

Modern slavery in Spain

Spain, country of "sunshine and joy", as it has been defined since the dawn of times. Country of "sangria", "sevillanas" and "siestas", as it is percieved around the world. The country where people sleep during the day and parties all night, only leaving a small amount of time for the tourists to trash everything they see, the locals to yell at each other and for the government to steal everything while no one is looking. What a wonderful place to live in!
My question is, in such a great and lovely country, is it possible for slavery to exsist? Well, as a matter of fact, it is. Ignorion (or just not knowing) what is probably happening behind closed doors, there are some secotrs of the population that are being legally exploited.
These people work a huge amount of hours for a miserable salary, and they probably won't have chances to have a better future. They are called "Spanish citizens".
They are being enslaved by a criminal group known as "Partido Popular"; this group, along with many others that remain in the shadows, have taken a country that was agonizing straight to the grave, dragging with it all this group of "Spanish citizens".
Everyday that passes, the "spanish citizens" have it harder and harder to acess to health care because the "Partido Popular" has been wrecking it since t got its hands on it; their kids have an education whose quality is decreasing by the minute, because that's how the "PP" (as the "Partido Popular is commonly known) wants it; the jobs are dissapearing and the ones that are still avalible have a ridiculous salary; the prices for almost everything keep getting higher and higher, while the money of the "spanish citizens" is at a downfall...
And still, somehow the "Partido Popular" has been enslaving these "spanish citizens" for a onsiderable amount of years, and they probably spend at least another four years ruinning people's lives. How is it possible that, in a so-called advanced country like Spain is supposed to be, this keeps going on and on? Someone should do something!
But for today, let's just pray for them from the comfort of our houses, waiting for someone else to do what needs to be done.

Not knowing what to do

As I find myself in the middle of a philosophy test that I'm not even taking (because it's not even worth the try anymore) I feel that I'm doing a huge mistake and that I'm consciously walking into the biggest failure of my life yet, and taking into consideration who I am, we could agree that that bar is set up very high. Yet still, I'm going to raise it even more.

And here I sit, being a complete and utter failure and constant disappointment to everyone, but I don't even care. I'm pretty sure that I don't even care about pretty much anything, I'm only able to feel a general sensation of anxiety  (which has become something permanent for me) and the lack of sleep that is starting to get hard to ignore.

And there he is, the philosophy teacher, walking around the class with what could be considered my death sentence by his hand, looking so small (like seriously, he's very small) but being so enormously annoying (and feel free to tell him I said that if you feel like it) and giving us a quantity of work that could easily outsize him. I'm so not going to cope with everything another year. I'll just fail again, and then I'll die.

But well.  There's nothing that I can't do right now. And we're all going to die anyway, David included. I'll bug him when we're in hell as a sort of vengeance.

Being about to become extinguished (I wish)

Human beings are awful creatures that deserve nothing but being completely vanished from Earth for good. We keep killing each other for the most stupid reasons that our limited minds could create. We fight in the name of an all-mighty fictional character that has the same chances of being real as Santa Claus (not trying to sound offensive if you're a believer) who says that our existences should be as quiet as possible and if someone tries to make something with her/his life that leaves a bit behind what he says, deserves to be stoned to death.

We create wars in order to win land that gets destroyed in the process and, if it was conscious, would hate us even more than I do.

We let other humans live among misery and starve to death in order to complete a stupid collection of papers which are given a huge value when at the end of the day they're nothing more than that, just a bunch of colored papers.

We have created a society that probably excludes like 80-85% of itself just because of who they are, how they have been born, where you must do what you are told or otherwise the other members will hate you forever and make your existence impossible.

We're nothing more than just a bunch of accidents that were created in a crash between two big rocks that somehow believes that it's entitled to everything, including, literally, everything.

We suck so much as a race. We really do.

But well, by the (not so) recent turn of events it looks like we're about to become extinguished; if Trump doesn't kill us, Putin will, or the Noth-Korean guy, and if they don't, the artic will melt and we'll be drowned.

I can't wait for it :D.