Yes, right here, right now for the Day of the Dead.
Isn't it nice?
No, it's not. It's really not.
So many things happened. Not just today, but a lot of things did happen in my life.
But let's start with today, shall we?
Today I started quoting a passage from an article of a Spanish author, Mariano José de Larra. The passage of course was from "El Día de Difuntos de 1836"
–¡Necios! –decía a los transeúntes–. ¿Os movéis para ver muertos? ¿No tenéis espejos por ventura? [...] ¡Miraos, insensatos, a vosotros mismos, y en vuestra frente veréis vuestro propio epitafio! ¿Vais a ver a vuestros padres y a vuestros abuelos, cuando vosotros sois los muertos?
(Transl: "-Fools!- I said to the people passing by-. "Are you going to see the dead? Haven't you got a mirror at home? [...] Look at yourselves, you idiots, and you'd be able to read on your forehead your own epitaph! Are you going to visit your fathers, your grandfathers, when you all are the real dead?" )
I approve this, with my whole soul. It was almost hilarious today at the cemetery.
Every year we have this celebration in my grandmother's chapel, for the Day of the dead.
A bunch of hypocrites. It seemed that you remember of your beloved only on a particular day during the year.
Well, I am a hypocrite too, if we want, because I actually went there this morning with my family. But I did it for a quiet life. Because I don't want especially my mother to say "What will our family think? What will they say if we all go there and you'll be not there? Don't you think of your grandmother? Do it for her at least."
My god, Catholics. They are a plague, I swear to god. Catholicism is the religion of GUILT.
I'm sick of this. I'm sick of being stopped from doing anything with a "What will the neighbours/ people/ family think?"
WELL, I DON'T CARE. Let them think what they want! Why do we have to live a life of appearances?
There was all my family from my mother's part, and no one was really interested -except two or three maybe- in the celebration per se. Everyone had this expression on their faces "It's boring as hell, but one has to do it. "
And someone shows up only in these occasions and has the courage to tell you "We never see each other! Where are you all? Why we never do it?"
Oh, but please, leave me alone!
I'm sick and disgusted. I hope this is the last year we do such thing. I hope next year it will be different. I seriously need to go away from here. I need fresh air.
Listening to: the rain...
Reading: The importance of being Earnest- Oscar Wilde
Watching: the screen.