Who am I? A question I barely ask myself considering it brings more questions and anxiety. I am a human being who doesn't have the slightest idea why I was placed here to live. Who doesn't understand why certain things are the way they are. Who always thinks of things to do and craves to do them but some other force stops them from actually happening. That is lack of passion or maybe I just haven't figured out what my passion is yet. I am a human being who loves to learn but is always disappointed by my flaws. Stereotypes and the media help to bring out those flaws constantly, even if I don't realize they do. The thing that has been putting me down lately is my "not so great" grammar. Stereotypes constantly displayed through media tells people that because I am Argentina and spanish is my first language that I will make these mistakes and that's just the way it is. Therefore when I find myself being handed papers where a professor points out my grammar, instead of motivating myself to fix the problem, I just blame it on my flaw. That flaw being that I am Argentina and spanish is my first language, therefore there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. (But it's a working progress to changing that attitude)
Other ways media does this is by projecting this whole "perfect life" plan; to get an education, to get a career, and to get married and have kids. And no one ever thinks to do otherwise, or if they do, they somehow fall under these plans anyways. At the same time, it's hard to think elsewhere and want something different. As much as I'd like to believe I'm not falling under society's influences I do feel pressure to get an education and a successful career. Otherwise I feel like I will not be able to live. But I do ask how, in all of this, am I happy? And I'm not nor do I know how to be happy but that's also a working progress.
I am highly infatuated with tumblr:
I also have a link to a video I made for an english class. We were suppose to write a poem and create a video in relation to that poem. It relates to the whole consumerism idea of "work, family, consume, die".
And though this is not an original picture taken by me, I've actually seen this on a wall in the streets of staten island, 
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