Things that annoy me.

 I'm a bit hard to be around because I complain a lot about everything but there are some things that just make me go crazy, like crazy level I'm gonna stop talking to people and today I decided to share some of those things with you and the entire world.

Number One: slow walkers.

You know that moment when you're walking kinda hurry because you have to be somewhere in 2 minutes and out of nowhere some lady appears in front of you and she walks slower that a turtle. It doesn't ends there, you try to pass that person and it seems like the person in front of you is way to big for the street, even if she is like the skinnies person ever,  and there is no space for you to pass. 
That annoys me, like literally I wanna punch the person and run, seriously if you wanna walk at the speed of a sloth just go to a park or walk around your room.



Number Two: The Postman.

I know, I'm on my way to revealing I hate everybody. So, the postman. I don't know about 
all the nice men that do this work but mine is rubbish, he is a shitty person. 
He never puts my letters 
on the mailbox, he throws them into my yard, where he can see my dogs
 are and of curse my little
puppies always 
destroy them. 
So I never get my mail, and the worst part is that he actually do
 this on purpose, is not even by accident. 


Number Three: Crocs

I think this is really normal, isnt't it? Forgive me for not being original! 
But why do people do it?
why do they wear socks and crocs at the same time? 
If they're cold why don't they wear boots or snickers 
or anything else!? I don't even know why would anybody create 
such thing.


Number Four: My iPhone battery

It keeps dying, all the time, during the most important moments, why? 
why does it do it? If I have to call my dad *phone dead* Important call to mom *phone dead* Booking my flight to England
*Phone dead* WHY?
It's the worst.


Number Five: People that doesn't know how to wear leggings.

So, this is more like a girl to girl advice,  read carefully, Leggings are NOT pants, leggings are not pants.
It's not attractive to see a girl with thin leggings and white underwear, please don't do that. Your
outfit top, should cover your butt,  the only excuse you can have not to follow this rule is having a
very sexy gym butt. Please this is for our own good.

Dance with me

Today I feel like writing about other than me, other than my usual drama, so I'm gonna  try very poorly to explain a feeling that I believe we've all had at one point of our lifes, and it's actually a very simple feeling, very common.

There's always a moment in life when you heard something or listen to something and it just stays with you forever, it may be a song, a phrase, I don't know, maybe you see a piece of street art, or read some words on a book. The point is that whenever you find something that clicks with you, from that moment and maybe for the rest of your life, it's going to make you think, feel, react... And that feeling, is quite different from everything else.

Let me explain myself a little bit better, a while ago I heard a song, "The Dance" by Westlife, and yes I know it cheesy and a pop band and all of that crap, but the thing is, that song, the music, the lyrics, it just reminds me of every person, every thing, that I've ever lost, friends, ex boyfriends... It doesn't make me miss them, it just reminds me of the time when I was happy with them, they way I believed everything was going so well, and how it all ended. "Our lifes are better left to chance, I could've miss the pain, but I'd have to miss the dance"  ... they're not talking about a dance, they're talking about time spent with other person, just enjoying it, and how that actually brought them pain but at the end of the day it was all worth it.

That feeling of reminding things while listening to the song, makes the song important in my life. It doesn't really matter who the artist is, whether I heard the song is live or recorded, none of that matters because the song is the important part, just the music mixed with the lyrics. I don't know if I'm being clear or not, it's kinda hard to explain. Maybe if you listen to the song you'll get it.

That same feeling comes to me whenever I see a movie, a picture, read a poem and even with another song, I won't talk about every single one of it because I'll be stuck here writing an entire book, but after a lot of thinking I came to the conclusion that the feeling those things give me it's impossible to explain, I also didn't realize that until I started writing this. It's a state in which I'm not sad, not happy, but kinda in between those two, maybe it's melancholy, maybe it's named peace I just don't know. Please if anyone of you know how to explain this better, let me know.

I strongly believe, better said I want to believe that all of us have felt like that at one point of our lifes, and if not then it is just a shame, because it's actually a very nice feeling, and not a lot of things can actually cause it, I think it depends of the every one of us and the things we like or maybe it depends of the moment when you need to feel like that and the song, painting, movie... just happens to be there.