Damn you Dr. Freud!

So, what do I have against him? Nothing really, just thought it made for a catchy title. Actually, a series of events over the course of the last day has made me realize something. And I will share this something with all of you, but first, I’ll back track to the beginning, give you the back story, then tell you what the blazes I’m ranting on about:

IN IL PRINCIPIO:

You see, during our morning coffee, Jan and I somehow came upon the subject of old people. Then of course, upon the topic of old people dying. I brought up my Grandmother. Reason being, this woman went down with a fight! Besides having diabetes for years, she had a stroke, pneumonia, and I believe a heart attack all at once. For years we all thought “oh no, this is the last time I see Abuelita” but no… she kept on truckin… and truckin… and truckin. All four factors were present at once when she finally breathed her last. Besides this of course, this is a woman who raised nine children in a 3rd world country. My Abuelita, was quite an amazing woman, who I miss dearly.

SECUNDI:

I came to Australia for multiple reasons. One of which being: what is it like to be an immigrant? Although, I totally cheated on this one. I went to a country that not only speaks the same language (kinda… technically…) but also where I have a support system of friends. My Mother on the other hand, different story. The woman left everything she had ever known. Left everyone she had ever known. All based on the promise of a better life in the greatest nation on earth, over that of the life she had in one of the poorer countries on earth. The promise was of course based on the love of a man, who would provide her with a son, and then… well… die. Not like it was part of the plan, but, shit happens ya know. Two options in this situation. A: retreat to Miami where there are more family members, but, still considered US property. B: stay on her own where she was, and be a working single mom with no family nearby. Thankfully for my love of California, she chose B. Amazing decision. But, not really a decision, she did what was needed of her. I think she did a fairly decent job raising me, but… I might be a bit bias on that one. But, the last week adjusting to life in Leeton, NSW, has made me think a lot about what transition to America must have been like. Note: English is the hardest language to learn. But, my Mother did it. As I told Kai in Sydney, I’m glad I was born into English, because I don’t know if I have the patience to learn it. As much adjusting as I am doing in a similar country in the modern day with technology like Skype, I can only imagine what her move in the 80’s was like.

TERTI:

My sister has had an interesting past few years. This last year my brother-in-law has been in Iraq, and my sister has been busting her ass in nursing school. I find if funny that the other night a young bloke at the twins high school used Rocky Balboa’s monologue to his son, and I find it funnier that I’m going to use it also to describe my sister, but… here goes anyway. You see, despite whatever my sister goes through, she keeps her Latina woman stubbornness, so, to quote Rocky Balboa:

“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s very mean and nasty place. And I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life.

“But it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forwards, how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!

“Now if you know what you’re worth, you gotta be out there willing to take the hits and not point fingers ‘cos of him or her or anybody if you aint’ where you wanna be. Cowards do that! And that ain’t you. You’re better than that."

Needless to say, my big sis is quite an inspiration to me. I don’t have half of her studying diligence ability. Maybe if I did, I wouldn’t have the crappy GPA that I currently do and maybe it wouldn’t have taken me 4 years to get a 2 year degree.

Do me favor though and don’t tell them I said all this… it’ll go to their heads. Then living with them will be more impossible then it is already.

But Edward wait! That’s really nice of you saying all that awesomeness about some of the women that share the same blood as you and all that jazz… but what the hell does any of this have to do with Dr. Freud like your title suggest?

I’m very glad you asked!

You see, as filled with copious amounts of awesome as these women are… they are vicious, determined, stubborn Latinas. According to Freud, a woman gross up like her mother figure, a guy like his father figure, and a woman looks for her father, and a man his mother. Sick really. But… like I said before… shit happens, that’s just the way it is. And before you start to try to argue me on this: #1, you are really arguing a dead guy #2 think hard about everyone you’ve ever like… ya, thought so. Well unfortunately for me, this causes quite a high standard for any woman to try to win me which is so high, the girl I was engaged to for over a year didn’t even hit it.

Realizing how cool and amazing the last three generations of women in my family is (oh, and did I mention stubborn) I have also have made the connection between my conscience and sub-conscience reasons for liking the woman I’ve liked for years, (which, has a 95% chance of hurting me deep, but, I don’t really care about odds, and as my best friend so lovingly says… I’m a stubborn ass. Hmm… wait a minute…).

Believe it or not… that was actually me giving a complement. Next time I say something to you and you think to yourself “what a dick”. Remember, I most likely really do love you, this is just my way of saying it.