I was in a college course, where we had during the course of a semester, a professor who stay in campus for a whole month. He collaborated with my class professor in teaching.
One of the assigments we had in the class was to post a picture, of the topic posted in Twitter. In that case, if it was ‘coffee'”, we would have to take a picture, expressing what we interpreted of the word, that day.
The whole group in class had to participate. We were graded by this assignment. Every student interpreted, in a different way, which was exciting. We got to see how everybody, found something in the way to class, that meant to them, the word or phrase posted that day.
We ended the assignment maybe after a month or so.
So now going back to what I was saying at the beginning, ‘documenting’. People are doumenting in different ways, but Mr. Wheatley, does it in gifs.
I enjoyed very much his writing, because he says that, looking back to every gif he made over the last year, these gifs would: “…trigger and activate memories…” he didn’t know he had.
It’s like making somehting, or doing something just because you plan to do it, but don’t actually expect the surprise you get after making it.
Not everybody makes a memory of their life everyday.
By Mr. Wheatley doing this everyday, he would, recognize different aspects of his life.
As he suggest for himself, or I would suggest to others is that “documenting” your life would be a great idea, to get you to start a project for yourself. It does not have to be approved by anybody, just do it in a way that you find it’s fun for you.
Hay que hablar de esto porque está pasando y es real. Es triste sí, pero es real. This is how it goes.
Es algo que he visto que pasa a mis alrededores.
Es algo que es común.
Las personas entienden que es normal.
Que, es un comportamiento regular.
Que hacer, este tipo de ‘cosas’ está OK.
Y existen personas que creen, que este tipo de conducta, es de ignorar porque, “no importa”, (como dicen).
Siendo un comunicador hay que evitar, que esto esté, entre nuestras actitudes.
Me refiero a la alteración de información.
Muy bien, me enseñaron, y le dedicaron tiempo mis profesores(as) universitarios, a enseñarme lo que es el plagio.
Nos enseñan, lo que significan y nos hacen firmar un documento, para dejar como evidencia, que copiar (imitar exactamente) cualquier información y decir, que es suya, es un delito.
Eso es lo primero.
Lo segundo es, tener información por escrito, y decidir cambiar esa información, por otra.
Como editar, lo ya escrito y poner otra frase que no es la que estaba allí antes.
Ese es otro tipo de ejemplo de alteración.
Por último está el más común y el más utilizado que veo entre personas que dicen llamarse comunicadores. Este es el cambiar la información que te dan a través de escuchar. Este no es la de llamar una obra maestra como tuya, ni tampoco es la de un cambiar una cita encontrada porque no se escucha bonita.
Está es la que te declarán y tu decides cambiar, lo dicho por beneficio personal.
Es proveerte una información, y al pasarla decides, que quieres decir algo distinto a lo que se te dijo.
Creo, que es familia de la vagancia, el no querer llevar el mensaje tal y cómo te lo comunicaron.
¿Por qué es que quieres decir algo, por beneficio propio y no levantas la cabeza, de frente con la verdad?
¿Por qué esta, alteración de información es tan esencial, como comunicar el mensaje correcto, tal y como lo escuchastes, pasandolo con claridad?
Y en vez de proveer la información correcta como la escuchaste, la alteras.
Entonces, te hace un mentiroso a la hora de la verdad. Y de mentiroso no se salva nadie. Tienes que vivir con esa reputación el resto de tu vida.
Si no quieres decir lo que debes de decir, claro y preciso, pues decir nada es mejor.
Mejor cambia tus conductas, pero no digas algo y lo declares por cierto, si eso no fueron los mensajes que te dijeron.
Mejor no digas nada, si no tienes la voluntad de decir la verdad. No te hace un comunicador, con una mentirita blanca. Te hace un comunicador anti-ético.
Te hace una persona, que no respetas las palabras de los demás. Te hace un vago a fin de cuentas.
No alteres la información. No lo cambies, si no lo dijo.
Y ha el que dice que no importa, o que no lo van a coger con la mentirita blanca, déjalos que caigan. La verdad siempre prevalece.
And suddenly productivity, and animosity are in the air.
It’s a sense that you wish you capture or keep.
It’s today. Today.
May the 8th 2017. Day 128 of the year. We are through the first quarter of the whole year. Almost 60 more days until the second quarter.
And what has happened?
I learned that this year has brought lessons. And I enjoy lessons more that nothing in the world. I want to reminisce on what were these, first days of the year for me.
It began with learning; I had to be in a group for this class on my bachelor’s degree curriculum. And I had to, too be part of this other class which helped me to do audits. It seemed fair and path-worthy, being the time and the moment for me to be registered for these classes. I had no idea what there was to come, but I had all the curiosity I need to achieve these feeling.
This state where your life feels so grateful to be enrolling it. It’s a sense of epiphany. Nothing to compare it to.
You just have to go through these things to experience them completely. And I do this because it’s the bigger and better equation of love. I will be contributing to this blog post, in continuity explaining these perceptions and perspectives of what I am trying to explain.
So at last I came to my blog. It’s been a pretty rough couple of weeks. I‘ve been working since January in my client base job, I had. This, due to a planning process I had to be part of. Well it was ok. I mean I expected much more of it, but circumstances did not go that way. It passed. So I have to not look at that again, and keep going forward. But the process was a teaching, telling me the true color of people. I learned that being rude, is the weakest person’s imitation of strength. I learned that the loudest in the room, is the weakest. I learned that people who know the least about you, have the most to say. I learned all types of bullying available out there. People tend to hurt you, just for the sake of having nothing, in their lives other that looking at the other’s plate to put you down and criticize you. But there are things in life, where you have to defend yourself. Stand for yourself, and not bother with other people’s insecurities. And this is not a blog about negativism. Well I hope so. But you live your life, you go through it, and realize that there is people who only wake up every day just to put you down. They actually don’t have nothing better to do. And everybody is ready for a battle, but when they beg for constant attention, because they have nothing better to do, there comes a time, when defending yourself is all you got. And I need to talk about this, because it happened. And it’s real. People bully others.
It’s not about making a fight about it, it’s about being put down so many times, that you have to defend yourself, by yourself. Hard working people get this. Workaholics get this. Concentrated. Present. And normal people get this. But I realized that all they want to do is get your attention, because they are getting any. And they need to scream to get it. Oh, and they run in packs. They don’t stand alone. They do this, and lie, or hide the facts about it. Or half-truth’s they give you. They try to manipulate your speech, and don’t have their own speech. And it useless. And it doesn’t turn me down. Only because I’m strong. But behaviors like this are the lesser part of society. This people is want turns other’s, in drawing the line, and telling them that they are humans too. And we have a global right, and we plea for respect among human beings.
I speak about this, because it’s real. I encounter myself with this kind of people every day. If it’s not making fun of your body size, clothing, hair, they tend to bully your speech, your personal information. Or lie about ‘this’ you said and turn truths into lies. They manipulate the truth. They have no respect for other people’s life. And it’s ok, this won’t change, they won’t come to their senses, nor will they eventually say there’re sorry.
And life goes on. Obviously not with them. Life is different outside this sick ball.
So yes I had to, I had to say this because it passed and I learned what I had to, and moved on.
It just brought out the true colors of these people. And you don’t wish nothing for them.