20 things that have probably happened to you if you have Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD)

As a kid, like many kids that struggle with many other conditions, you probably struggled with ADD or ADHD and had no idea on how to handle it. If you’re lucky enough, you got diagnosed at young age and got the help that you needed. The catch is that there are MANY areas in your life in which the ADD shows and make things a bit harder for you still to this day. For me, some things are really, REALLY hard… and like I noticed how hard they are for me in adulthood. Like I’m learning how to deal. Like now.

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1. How to memorize places, names, dates, etc. People will get mad at you for having to repeat the same thing a couple of times. After a while you'll stop being ashamed of asking a 1,000,000 times and stop feeling guilty about not knowing things that other people know.

2.     How to study, because you have like a thousand things that work for you every different day.

3.       Listening to someone and have no idea what they are saying. He started to talk. Okay, you got this. Something crossed your mind… He has a piece of salad on his front tooth… Wow, those eyes are really pretty… My belly feels so full……what’s happening… he is still taking about the same thing?...Smile and nod.

4.       But when you’re having fun and are fully concentrated, you look so lost.

5.       You are very sensitive to colors, light, skin, sounds, tastes, smells, etc. If it bothers you, it bothers you a LOT. Your reactions are exaggerated; your moods change like a bolt of lightning and some people might confuse your condition with bipolarity.

6.       You get flashbacks WAY too often. Many childhood memories… you even figure out stuff about the time you are thinking about.

7.       Going from memory to future conversations that you probably will never have seems like a typical day for you.

8.       In the process of over thinking, you might need a conclusion to your recent developed nighttime ideals to end this exhausting conversation in your head.

9.       You get mentally exhausted during the day, at work, at school and at partying. They might call you the Cinderella for leaving early so you can get some rest for the next day. Need those 8 hours of beauty sleep to function the next day.

10.   Need more time to study than most people.

11.   Broke you ankles again? Oh you!

12.   You need to tell someone everything that goes on in your head or you’ll explode.

13.   You need immediate pleasures, so it’s hard for you to follow routine and make your goals come true.

14.   That person probably didn't mean that. Don't duel. Control your urge to kill.

15.   It might take some time and inspiration to write that paper; but when you did, you NAILED it.

16.   You put yourself in danger too much. Try to find those keys quicker, don't forget your lunch money or your pepper spray… or at least try to not spray it to your own face. Be safer!

17.   Setting reminders of any kind is a priority to you. You use Google calendar, a timer every three hours (to remind you to eat, to complete the last task and begin the next one, etc). The agenda equals your life. The alarms are basically to remind you that you are HERE in the physical world. Sounds crae but totally necessary ^.^

18.   Being quiet sometimes so people don't notice how weird you are. Yup, awkward. Thinking strategically how to get out of awkward situations before they start.

19.   Not caring what anyone thinks at other times and being the life of the party and yes you are weird and yes you are awesome!

20.   Finding a partner who is different than you but you complement each other; she/he listens to all your crazy adventures of the day. That person advises you through confusing times and laughs at your humor. That person thinks you are the light of their day and wouldn’t change you for anything in the world, because of how incredible and special you are.

Cause hey, we’re all damaged in our own way, and it’s not our fault that we are faulty. It only serves to develop strategies to keep our shit as together as possible.

La belleza de ella

Lo primero que notas es su forma. Sí, la forma anular que su rostro irradia. Notas los colores de ese rostro: los de ella son blanco y rosado. El rosado es el más notable, pues sus pómulos tienen el rosado más hermoso que hayas visto.  Este color va agraciadamente de la mano con el de de sus ojos; un verde tierno que logra un brillo en la mirada que más has amado de una mujer.

Al bajar la mirada, notas que sus labios están curveados de modo interesante y te provocan un deseo incógnito que de la única manera de remediarlo... bueno, porqué más soñar.

Ella te mira, leyendo en tu mirada el deseo que sientes por poseerla. Se acaricia el cabello, dándote la señal que a lo mejor necesitas. Piensas que este es tu momento. Te levantas de esa ociosidad que te lleva impidiendo conseguir el posible amor de tu vida desde hacen años. Le hablas...

Dices esas palabras que tu corazón ha arrastrado por mucho. Se lo dices con la diplomacia que merita esta chica, guardián ahora de tus ilusiones y deseos.

Los ojos le brillan ahora aún más. Su semblante expresa necesidad. Su piel se encrespa.

Intentas entender de qué se trata esa necesidad. No quieres ser un sobrado, pero sientes urgencia de acariciarle el rostro. Llevas bastante tiempo soñando con el momento en el que puedes sentir su piel y tenerla en tus brazos.

Si más preámbulos y como quien ha sido damnificado por un choque de electricidad, la besas. Ella te devuelve el beso. Sus labios son suaves y dulces... pero su aliento huele mal.

La boca le apesta. Que asco. Es linda pero no le hace justicia a tu sentido del olfato. Decides que el amor podría llegar en otro momento...

La belleza de él

Te le acercas. El momento se te acerca de conseguir el amor de tu vida.

Estrechas tus brazos y te golpeas con el espejo de tu cuarto.

The Clumsy Diaries 1

2/12/15

The day before yesterday I went to my dad’s house to stay for a couple of days. When the night came, I searched in my backpack for my contact lenses’ case and lotion… and it wasn’t there. All of those who wear contact lenses know that one does not simply put the lenses on water; it will stick to your pupil and you’ll die.

Anyways, I had to do that. There was no way I was going to sleep with them on that night. So I wake up the next day, and blindly do my morning routine. I get some breakfast, I study (didn’t have class), watch a bit of History Channel, continue reading, walk a bit to feel the sun, go home, take a bath… Dad came home with my brothers, food and the lotion. I go to the car, get the lotion, go upstairs……….

The glass of water is gone.

“Oh, no. Someone threw the water away thinking it was a misplaced glass of water” I thought, and I was right. I asked everyone in the house and no one knew about it.

I went outside completely upset. I lost that new pair, and I’m far from home to get my pair or glasses for that matter… and I’m practically blind without those. How would I go to class the next day? I was planning to go to the movies for crying out loud! I’m working on Friday and Saturday, signing in the chorus Saturday night and only THEN I was going home. I didn’t have my car with me (‘cause I had to pay a ticket before I could get it back), and if I did I couldn’t drive it without seeing.

So I’m lying on a bench looking at the sky lamenting myself, when my dad pokes me.

“Whuht?”

“I…looked on the sink for the lenses, and found them.I cleansed them as much as I could and put them in the case”

I looked at him like :/ and felt warmth. I felt like a child went to me to tell me he had just dedicated a poem to me, or brought me a drawing of our family. I just love my dad, he was trying to make me happy. The lenses were probably just filled with bacteria, but I felt so grateful… and BESIDES I COULDN’T BARE BEING BLIND THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS.

So today I woke up, I cleansed them once more and put them on. And now I’m at a computer in the Pedagogy building writing about this with my eyes completely irritated, but I arranged to go home to pick up my glasses and I’m going to the movies then and back to my dad’s then :3

Ta da!

El Corset

Había ya pasado la etapa en la que Antonia se pintaba los labios y las uñas de negro. Por más que se disfrutó esa etapa en la que siempre estaba triste, ya era tiempo de optar otro estilo, en su opinión. Un día decidió hacer un resaque de ropa. Dejó todas sus piezas femeninas y sacó toda prenda de ropa con estilo gótico. En el momento en el que tomó el corset rojo y negro en sus manos se transformó en aquella chica artística, poeta amante de la música que tantas aventuras tuvo con esa prenda de ropa.

            Decidió quedárselo y ubicarlo junto a la ropa negra de su closet. El corset permaneció ahí por meses… y meses, que luego se convirtieron arduos años en los que veía como cada otra prenda de ropa era utilizada mientras que él no. Los que más salían del closet eran las camisas sedosas, los trajes floridos, los cardiganes, etcétera. En realidad todo, menos el pobre corset.

Un día, Antonia decidió hacer otro resaque. Sacó toda su ropa del closet sin notar que, en la esquina de la derecha del closet, permanecía el corset llorando de soledad. Cuando Antonia fue a sacar unas cajas en el piso, el corset la agarró por el cabello fuertemente con sus botones, hiriéndola en el cuero cabelludo. Aquí fue cuando Antonio lo notó. Abrió grandemente los ojos, dándose cuenta del mensaje del corset: “Si me vas a sacar, hazlo ya; pues no aguanto ser ignorado ni un momento más”. Fue en ese momento, en el que Antonia tomó el corset y lo puso en la cama. Cuando terminó de acomodar todo, se bañó, regresó  su cuarto y se vistió con el corset. Esa noche, salió a celebrar su cumpleaños número 23 mientras vestía de su regalo de los quince; el corset rojo y negro

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Harlow's Taking

She lived all of her life avoiding Death, but knowing that she belonged with since the day she was conceived.

Death takes us all one day or the next; she has a list and our taking is scheduled, but most of the times we are not prepared to embrace her. Harlow’s taking was scheduled for when she was in her mother’s womb. The abortion was not effective and she was taken to a foster home. There, when she was 5, she decided to fly jumping from a swing when she was the highest. Death held her arms open to take her, when a young man took Her place and was able to catch Harlow before falling. Death stared at them, in shock that she was fooled by this small girl and then there was a smirk in her lips: “We shall see.”

The third time that Harlow fooled Death was when she was 12 years old. This time, she saw Her face to face.

“You really are a cunning girl, are you not?”

“I know who you are and I am not afraid” said the child.

“Ha! Why should you, Harlow?” she caressed Harlow’s face, “With me you will be safer than ever.”

Harlow gave thought to this, but being so young she did not get the absolute message. The girl grew up to be a leader; she was smart, very independent and loved to take care of others. At the age of 25 she was already professing a career and marrying Caesar. Her husband was the only person that took care of her; she would not let anyone else do so. They adopted a little boy a year after, who was much beloved.

One morning, the young woman and Caesar found out the reason of his pain and endless couching of blood. Harlow had never cried so hard in her life, however, she decided to take action in the matter and work harder to take care of him and better his health.

Christmas passed, and the family was having such memorable moments. The kid’s voice was changing, and his dad was making fun at him. They both laughed and Harlow was so happy with her two favorite people in the world. They both stayed at the hospital for some days, giving Caesar all the love they could.

Caesar was released from the hospital and went back home. Things where better for the family, until something much disastrous happened: Harlow and Caesar’s child had a horrible accident on his bike. Caesar held him, while Harlow desperately called the ambulance. Then she saw Her, approaching. Harlow shook her head, “No… NO!”

“I must,” Death said.

“You bitch! I won’t let you take my child!” Harlow cried holding her boy.

The boy glanced at his mother, and the light of his eyes faded. Death felt the grief at heart, “I am not the One who schedules the takings, I am sorry.” And she left.

After the funeral, Harlow lost her appetite. She did everything she could to take care of Caesar, but she could barely take care of herself. She then became ill because of her sorrow and, once more, got a visit from Death. Harlow’s stare was blank; she did not care Death was near.

“You can take me, if that’s what you come for”

“Not at all,” Death sat on Harlow’s bed side “I came to tell you this is not your moment to die and still it is what you long for. I came to give you the choice to live and get your things in order”.

Harlow stared at Her with hate.

“… You still have your husband”.

Harlow made the effort to look a Death in the eye acknowledge what She said. It was true that she still had Caesar, whom she loved very much and shared her sorrow. She decided that it was time to take control again and go to her husband. His eyes where puffy, and the energy in the room was low. Harlow threw herself on him and he embraced her so strongly that it was surprising that there was even that kind of energy left. The next couple of days they gave each other support and love… until Death had her final visit. They were sleeping when She took them both. Harlow woke up in a different place, and saw her child; her husband beside them both. Harlow would have loved that her child had lived and her husband, but she was no longer infuriated with Death; instead, she greeted her old friend and enjoyed with her family in the Heavens; where their love was infinite and time did not exist.