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Fight or Flight instinct

Which do you tend to follow more?
I can never choose.

I’m not talking about coming across a bear in the woods, or a bully in school (in which case I say fight however you might, so long as you can win it- yes, I know that sounds very… I don’t quite know how to put it, but I have a theory behind it. All for another time). No I’m talking about coming into conflict with someone we all know and love and wish we didn’t have to fight with but sometimes… Well sometimes it really can’t be avoided.

I just got into a fight with one of my best friends.
Again.
I think she’s wrong (therefore I’m right).
She thinks she’s right (therefore I’m wrong).

But he problem is, we are both so stubborn (she can’t deny that I got that from her) in our beliefs and unless you present either of us with proof as to the truth being other than what we are fighting for we simply will not turn the other way.

The problem is she has a reputation for certain things. All of which add up to her horrid stubbornness:

1. She has a very selective memory. So she remembers what she wants to remember and not what she doesn’t.

2. She has a reputation for twisting other people’s words. When you pair this with her selective memory (and hearing at times) she is very hard to deal with. (example: we were trying to find a store someone had suggested to her. They said it was down the street on the side of the same side as Store X. SHe remembered “it is right beside Store X”. the result? we wasted 45 minutes looking for it when I was insisting that we widen our search rather than treading and retreading the 100 or so meters maybe one of them was mistaken. SHe insisted that she had heard right (sure she might have, but does that mean she understood right? selective memory and that they had said what she thought they had said… I was right. lets just leave it at that. It was about a km down the road.)

3. She also has a habit of not giving you her full attention no matter what you are talking to her about, or when, or where. and her excuse: it wasn’t a good time, I was busy, couldn’t you see I obviously couldnt hear you properly? and then she twists around you words. Or you tell her you are going to your friend’s house after school tomorrow, she says what a wonderful idea it is and then tomorrow afternoon- GUESS WHAT! she’s freaking out cause she’s thought you have been kidnapped and then gets mad at you for going out without her permission or without letting her know at least where you would be.

Then again it doesn’t help that she worries a lot.

Anyways when we get into a fight everyone else makes themselves scarce. We all do it whenever anyone gets into a fight, no matter who or about what. Its kinda like “Let them work it out and grow stronger together through it, ON THEIR OWN. LEave or risk having your head bitten of in hot blood”- an unspoken law in our household, as everyone knows to lay low and wait out the storm when they feel one brewing.

However when someone is asked to back someone else up, normally our parents go for one another, leaving the kids with the kids (not that I’m saying we are kids! We are all young adults, and act very much like it… most of the time). Not that even having the four of us agianst the two of them is much help either. Besides, we know both parties are equally biased so we don’t take any aid to account to much.

Anyways back to me. (I know this sounds really self centered…- wow deja-vu. just had to share that with you)

Anyways I always want to just walk away and let the storm blow over, tempers cool and then approach the issue in a more reasonable manor. sitting down, face to face, making sure we take turns talking because we never do…

But I also want to just stay and scream my head off at them. Gawd I hate being so stubborn sometimes.

So what do I do? Scream a little. Go take a shower (water makes me feel better. Idealy I would jump in a pool and just sit at the bottom until my heart had stopped racing and then surface- but closing my eyes and imagining a waterfall works too) and there I cry a bit (because I hate feeling the way I do then. If its bad enough to make me take a shower then it is bad. but most are. ANd I cry a bit in there too. Though I never really know if I’m crying or just sobbing.

Ironically enough the shower thing is another thing passed on through the female line in my family. My grandma always used to say that stepping out of the shower feels just like being reborn. Which I think a bit too. And yes, my mom says this all the time too. Hence the irony.

Next step, sensing when the time is right for both of you, not too soon or too long after the fight to talk sanely.

Well its getting late, she’s asleep and so I will be soon, hopefully and there you have it. More lemons thrown into the fruit cocktail that is my life.

About that, I know I promised more recipes, but here’s one for when the warm weather returns to those of us who are experiencing some near summer frosts. Take a large glass jar, or any sort of topped see through container to fill witha t least a liter of water. Place in it 4-5 (or more depending on volume of water) tea bags of your favourite selection (great opportunity to try mixing too!) Leave in a sunny spot all day long, you might have to move it with the sun. It needs at least 3 hours of good sunlight. But you should be able to tell when its ready. THe water is actually hot, if the colour dosen’t tell you enough!

Take out tea bags sqeezing tea from them for the extra deep flavour. MIx in however much sugar is to your taste. Refrigerate over night or ice. We do this all summer long and my personal favourite is Twigging Forest Berries tea. It is so refreshing made in a iced tea. And Believe me when I say my siblings and I LAUGHED when we saw commercials for NEW Twiggings iced tea. We’ve been doing it for years, sorry guys, beat ya to it. We just don’t have the money to advertise it all over the television.

Also another great use for those lemons. slice
em up and throw ’em in the jar.

There you have it, another entry in the diary that is this blog. I’m much more faithful seeing that someone is actually reading it where as my real journal, for my eyes only gets forgotten and prioritized against much to often.

Ok, I’ll try once more. GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE!

P.S. tell me what you think, fight or flight, in the comments.

P.P.S. Or you can contact me at my email: miraellarose@yahoo.com – or on Facebook at Mirella Rosaria.

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Well thats Annoying!- Life just gave me Lemons…

I spent about two hours last night writing my first post…only to find out this morning, that I don’t think it actually posted!!! Isn’t that annoying???? Oh well I suppose its for the better. I went off on a bit of a rant.

So I’ll Just tell you a bit about myself… First of all, Hello Everyone… or anyone.

My Name is Mirella Rosaria. Most people call me Ella, or Ella Rose for a totally abbreviated version.  I love my name. It was my grandmother’s. I look like her, and was named after her from birth. I have light eyes, pale skin with freckles and light hair. SO light some people call it blond even though I call it “hair coloured hair” (to quote my favourite Madeline L’Engle book). Needless to say I look nothing like my twin sister, who has dark hair, skin and eyes just like the rest of my family. I live in New York, just a 45 min metro ride from Grand Central Station. But despite that both my parents have Mediterranean backgrounds. My father is Italian, and moved to New York city when he was young, though he would spend the entire summer back in Italy and whenever else he could. He met my mom, a Greek Canadian living in Montreal when they were both going to University in Vermont.  They moved to the Suburbs when they got married, wanting my brothers and sister and I to have a child’s life.

Anyways so a bit more about myself:

  • I am 16 years old
  • your not so common teenager
  • LOVE :
  1. BOOKS
  2. DANCING
  3. MUSIC (making or listening :P)
  4. ART (photography, paint, charcoal, pastel, and as of most recently engraving)
  5. WRITING

That said, I write anything from poems to short stories… maybe I’ll post some here sometimes to get some objective feedback. I also dance any style, though most people forget that and think I just do Ballet and Jazz. I also play instruments… well violin mostly though I used to play piano, flute and drums as well (see I forgot that in the last one…). As for art… Well I take photographs, but so does most people now adays… Therefore I also sketch, paint, draw in detail, use pastels, and make engravings which i can then copy using a printing press… That last one was newly discovered by me and I LOVE IT!!! I never knew I would like it so much… but i get to involve drawing, with ink with paint… because there is nothing like working back into a print with water colour or oil paint…

So now, item de jour…

I had intended this blog to be a creative outlet, for me and you readers alike. We can share poems… story ideas, even art work if anyone wants to scan… talk about our favourite songs from all styles of music… but I also thought… since I bake a lot! y’all might like a few recipes…

So today, since life gave me lemons with this post… Im making lemon squares. Will get the recipe for you all later. And if anyone ever wants a recipe for something in particular, let me know in comments and I’ll see what I can find!!!

cheerio world!