-I always have conflicted feelings toward fast fashion sites. They are great in the sense they bring affordable clothes to the masses but the cost is always greater like terrible working conditions and even child labor that eats at me. How do people get past this or do you just not and buy at only stores that aren’t fast fashion. But really anywhere from Shein, Forever 21, Amazon, H&M, Target, etc are all fast fashion and with good prices it is hard to say no. So far the places I buy everyday clothes for myself consist of Amazon and Costco (more fast fashion.) In reality, if I really think about it me losing weight would be best for this mentality because then I would be able to wear my old clothes that are super cute and great quality. Ugh, another push to eat better and work out. It will take me weeks to convince myself but I am sure once I go to my first class I will like it.
I must admit that even though fast fashion is not very good I do like the feeling of someone else aka millions having or wearing the same thing as me. For growing up to feeling weird and never normal seeing someone wear the same thing as me always made me feel “normal.” Where some people might feel embarrassed in wearing the same thing as others I love it and if I am not feeling shy I love asking that person to take a picture with me. I will never forget my senior prom where I was just released from the mental hospital for a day, my mom had bought me a dress and had it altered to fit me and walking in and seeing 14 other girls in the exact same dress and some in the same dress but in different colors, I loved it! I died of excitement, I gathered as many girls in the dress as I could to take a picture with me and I often look at it and smile because feeling so out of it and knowing what everyone was saying about me at the time it felt so nice that no matter how crazy I felt I was indeed a normal girl just like them wearing the same thing as them and laughing how awesome it was we all had the same taste. I know my mom bought it but she tried and little did she know her getting this dress really made my night.
-I feel really touched when people I have met briefly reach out to me to invite to something and want to hang out with me
-I don’t know if it is because I grew up with 3 brothers but I never understood the saying “why don’t you grow a set of balls.” I remember clearly when we would get into physical fights and even though it was a cheap shot but I had enough of getting punched and seeing blood that I would kick or punch their balls and watch then bend over in pain and cry and I would run away laughing to hide. They would also kick me on my vagina too so don’t feel bad for them but when they would kick me I never bent over or cried. It hurt a lot sure but the pain was tolerable and I always hated the thought that people would think balls are stronger than a vagina. I would never want a pair of balls if it was going to make me weak like that and cry in front of my kid sister
-Have you seen that Ben Affleck movie The Accountant? The scene where he listens to loud music in a room with flashing lights always hits me. I remember hating so many things and getting to the point where I couldn’t even function if something like that happened to me. I hated feeling so weak and powerless and remember locking myself in a closet to do exactly what he did, put on heavy metal music with the function strobe light on from a flashlight my brother had while eating off a white plate. I trained myself to tolerate everything that made me feel weak. Now I tolerate it all. I still hate eating off white plates but endure it because can’t waste food. Strobe lights are fun now and heavy metal isn’t so bad once I dissect the lyrics and understand. I remember working at a call center and people being surprised I could listen to the fax machine noise for over a minute and not find it bothersome. Or when people would click a pen to try to annoy me only to realize I actually like that noise and would click along with them. I don’t know why I would torture myself when I was younger but I am thankful to little Janet because I was able to tolerate so much doing that stuff to myself back then.
-I die thinking about how my mom has so many different plates in her house but always, I mean always, serves me on the whitest plate in the house. She knows I hate white plates so much but of course to not get yelled at or made to feel bad I eat whatever is served on it. One of my brothers is actually really considerate and has white plates but when I come over I noticed he has a white plate with flowers on it and that is just my plate. Logan tried to take it one time and my brother made it a point to tell him that it is just my plate and I was really touched by that because he is the one that shows the least emotions out of my 3 brothers but he got me a special plate to eat comfortably when I visit.
-I have always been a teacher’s pet and have loved almost all my teachers but there is one I really despised. He was very sexist and racist and I will never forget him in my memory. It all started when he made us go around the room and say where are family was from, everything was fine until it was my turn. I said my family is from Mexico and we were first generation born in Chicago, he stopped me and asked if that is all I was (his wording already offended me but obviously I wasn’t going to say anything) and I told him yes. He kept asking and then he finally said “no, you are Filipino right.” I said no, I am Mexican. We went back and forth with him saying I was Filipino and me explaining that my family goes back generations to Mexico and we have even fought in all the wars in Mexico and that while my best friend is Filipina I am not. He said I needed to look at my ancestry tree and just when I was about to snap the school bell rang. I met up with my 2 friends in class in the hallway and they all agreed he was being weird about it and just towards me. He made the year miserable for me, I still got an A because my work and test grades were always perfect but ugh his snide remarks were the worst. I did slowly get my revenge by accidentally spilling his coffee, by tripping and staining his coat with ink that I had no use in carrying but was, by accidentally stepping on his glasses when he dropped them, etc. The best was the following year when he got fired for having relations with a student and I loved that I was in the hallway as he was being escorted out and I flicked him off with my middle finger. I even remember sticking out my tongue at him and it felt great.
-I think I am in the minority but I don’t like flour tortillas. I LOVE corn tortillas!!! I think it has to do with my grandma having her own tortilla factory in Mexico and growing up with the corn/maize smell and waking up to the roosters and feeding the chickens. She won so many awards for having such great testing tortillas and I vividly remember her telling me the whole process of making a corn tortilla and then her telling me eating flour tortillas are just to make people fat LOLOLOLOL! I don’t remember her logic in this but every time I ate/eat flour tortillas I can hear her voice whispering you are going to get fat Janet. So the taste and memory make it for me to not love flour tortillas, even my mother rarely uses flour tortillas and when she can’t find any corn tortillas she will just make her own. This is not to say I won’t eat flour tortillas because I will, just that I prefer corn tortillas.
-My mom didn’t have the best upbringing so when she had us kids her parents doted on us until they died when I was 5 and 6 years old. My grandmother was really rough around the edges but my grandpa was the epitome of being the best grandad. I was clearly his favorite because I was a splitting image of my mother and my brothers hated that but accepted I was the queen when we visited them in Mexico, I got spoiled with everything. I was really happy around him and never left his side. I remember they also owned a sugar cane field and when the workers would come back with the sugar cane, they would peel a special one for me and I got to enjoy it first before my cousins and brothers. My grandpa always gave me his too so I got double the sugar cane. He always had my little bananas and coke in bottles ready for me and he would tell me so many stories of our history. When he passed away I cried so much and miss him so much to this day. I don’t remember my grandma too much, but definitely remember my grandpa and I certainly haven’t cried that much during a funeral since he died but it is crazy to think how impactful someone can be even at such a young age.
-We booked for Paris and Amsterdam this summer and I am super excited!!! I love going to our yearly Europe trips and can’t believe we will be celebrating our 10 year wedding anniversary this summer!
-I often wonder if my mom was ever truly happy. I know she has a ton of regrets but I do hope somewhere in between everything she was able to find some happiness. I think this is exactly why I live my life at times quite recklessly, I fear living in regret and I always ask myself will this give me long term happiness or more regret. I thankfully, don’t have any regrets and I am quite proud of that, that even though I have made a million mistakes I have owned them and learned from all of them and am still learning. Selfishly, my own happiness is even being put over almost everyone. Of course, the exception being my kids, but those moments I just bask in their happiness and it makes everything worth it
-Baseball season is upon us and I am so excited!!! It is my favorite sport and I love everything about it. When I was younger I dreamed of working for the Chicago White Sox as a physical therapist but sadly I didn’t follow through that dream. I still adore the sport and get super excited watching it. I often wonder how and why I love the sport so much when you really think about it, it has tons of data and numbers and I hate math but just the simple beauty of the sport gets me. At face value baseball can be quite boring, but once you really look at the stats and deeper into the numbers it becomes so interesting. It is definitely a sport of data, history, and magic moments. It doesn’t really have that “star power,” the rings, the many politics which is something I appreciate when I just want to watch a sport. I enjoy watching all sports but something about baseball really gets me. I really love how much Logan is enjoying playing the sport too. We just signed him up for another year of baseball and baseball camp in the summer and he is super excited. They don’t do much at this age since it is still coach pitch but ahhh I can’t wait! I especially love how much he loves watching a game of baseball and see myself taking him to more Minnesota Twins games this year. I thought for sure he would think watching a baseball game would be boring since again I am fully aware how much people think that but he surprises me all the time and asks all the data questions which shocked me and I was only too excited to explain what the OBP, ERA, SLG means. How he watches the pitchers and sees the true beauty of the game. I tried to take my oldest to games, but he didn’t really care for the game or the sport lol and I get that so when I do take the boys I just give him money and he walks around, makes friends, enjoys the free stuff and comes backs with all the goods which I also love and what also makes baseball games fun because they have something for everyone. He always tells me how much fun he had at the game and I laugh because he didn’t really watch the game but did eat, drink, and socialize with everyone which really makes me appreciate how he can make anything fun for himself.