Hello all,
Ive never been one of those people attached to their phones. I know there are countless apps from things that make your life easier to things that just help you pass time but I´ve never really taken advantage of any of that. I´ll tell ya though, that will change pretty quickly when someone invents an app that turns my phone into a taser. A taser would alllow me to circumvent the whole learning Portuguese thing. Let these mother fuckers figure out what I am trying to say for once instead of the other way around. Yes, when I come crawling through the kitchen on my hands and kness with sweat pooling behind me it means I need water you hot-weather, dark-skinned, friendly son of a bitch. WATER!!
I am a bit preoccupied with water right now since we haven´t had any in two days. Yes, you read that correctly. No running water. And still, the heat. There are currently 17 people staying in my mother-in-law´s house which boasts three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Now is a good time to pause and think about the rancid inferno within those walls. And, when I use the word `walls` I am being generous since they do not extend to the ceiling. It´s funny I never considered walls a luxury before. How they keep out the smells, the noises, the reality.
I, on the other hand, am staying at Marcos´ sister´s house across the street. Four adults, two bathrooms and walls. Actual walls. I bet you are pausing again. Doing the math and allowing a bit of judgment to sneak in. Before this goes someplace bad, I want you to know I own this. It seems I am okay with being the type of person who sleeps comfortably in a private bedroom with two fans while the rest of his family sleeps on top of each other only a few houses away. And again, this is where the taser comes in. Sometimes a child or two wander across the street, dirty and thirsty, trying to hone in on my turf. I stared by gently coaxing them back towards their house. I´ve grown tired of that. If I could just taser them as soon as they walk in the door they would learn pretty quickly not to return. Honestly, it may sound cruel to you, but it would make things easier for eveyone. I could conduct my own little Pavlonian experiment. My goal would be eventually all I would have to do is show the children the taser and they would run. No more pesky tears.
As the heat increases and the running water does not return and more relatives show up, I appall myself with how petty and selfish I can be. I am not above locking myself in a room with buckets of fresh water and cleaning supplies. I have never understood people who marry for money but now I get it. I would smother Marcos in his sleep if it would get me a long, cold shower in the morning. He´s been pissing me off anyway lately with his annoying positive attitude and gratitude bullshit. And his generosity can really put me over the fucking edge. I spent most of the other day collecting some of our clothes that disappeared in his mother´s house. If you´re not quick about it, your wardrobe will become a permanent part of someone else´s. Yes, I understand you only own two shirts but I would like mine back please so I can add it to my pile of dozens. No, I probably won´t wear it but that´s what I do. I spend disposable income (what do you mean you don´t know what ´disposable income´ is?) on stuff I don´t need and then fiercely protect it. Proud of myself for getting back some underwear, a few of Marcos´shirts, and one of my dresses, Marcos walked into the house. ´Weren´t you wearing a shirt when you left?´, I asked. He looked down at his bare chest and said ´´Oh, yeah, my friend liked it´. He literally took the shirt off his back. Prick. I know he did that on purpose just to irritate me. Now, if I just had that taser.....
Miss you all and will try to write again soon!
Love,
Carla
I am a bit preoccupied with water right now since we haven´t had any in two days. Yes, you read that correctly. No running water. And still, the heat. There are currently 17 people staying in my mother-in-law´s house which boasts three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Now is a good time to pause and think about the rancid inferno within those walls. And, when I use the word `walls` I am being generous since they do not extend to the ceiling. It´s funny I never considered walls a luxury before. How they keep out the smells, the noises, the reality.
I, on the other hand, am staying at Marcos´ sister´s house across the street. Four adults, two bathrooms and walls. Actual walls. I bet you are pausing again. Doing the math and allowing a bit of judgment to sneak in. Before this goes someplace bad, I want you to know I own this. It seems I am okay with being the type of person who sleeps comfortably in a private bedroom with two fans while the rest of his family sleeps on top of each other only a few houses away. And again, this is where the taser comes in. Sometimes a child or two wander across the street, dirty and thirsty, trying to hone in on my turf. I stared by gently coaxing them back towards their house. I´ve grown tired of that. If I could just taser them as soon as they walk in the door they would learn pretty quickly not to return. Honestly, it may sound cruel to you, but it would make things easier for eveyone. I could conduct my own little Pavlonian experiment. My goal would be eventually all I would have to do is show the children the taser and they would run. No more pesky tears.
As the heat increases and the running water does not return and more relatives show up, I appall myself with how petty and selfish I can be. I am not above locking myself in a room with buckets of fresh water and cleaning supplies. I have never understood people who marry for money but now I get it. I would smother Marcos in his sleep if it would get me a long, cold shower in the morning. He´s been pissing me off anyway lately with his annoying positive attitude and gratitude bullshit. And his generosity can really put me over the fucking edge. I spent most of the other day collecting some of our clothes that disappeared in his mother´s house. If you´re not quick about it, your wardrobe will become a permanent part of someone else´s. Yes, I understand you only own two shirts but I would like mine back please so I can add it to my pile of dozens. No, I probably won´t wear it but that´s what I do. I spend disposable income (what do you mean you don´t know what ´disposable income´ is?) on stuff I don´t need and then fiercely protect it. Proud of myself for getting back some underwear, a few of Marcos´shirts, and one of my dresses, Marcos walked into the house. ´Weren´t you wearing a shirt when you left?´, I asked. He looked down at his bare chest and said ´´Oh, yeah, my friend liked it´. He literally took the shirt off his back. Prick. I know he did that on purpose just to irritate me. Now, if I just had that taser.....
Miss you all and will try to write again soon!
Love,
Carla
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