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Sunday, January 22nd, 2006
11:39 pm

myclevername
New icon for the community.
For some reason, I thought it appropriate.

My theory for today:

You never really know anyone. Ever. It doesn't matter how long you've known them, it doesn't matter how close you may think you are to them, you never actually know who they are, and you'll never know who they are. So when you're taken by surprise, and those people you once thought you knew so well turn out to be complete strangers, don't say I didn't warn you.

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Tuesday, November 15th, 2005
1:57 pm - Maintenance stuff

myclevername
I have been remis. Not only have I not been posting on theories_on_all, I haven't been doing a good job with the maintenance. So I revamped it.

Check out our new layout, colours, etc. Tell me what you think, if you like it, etc. Also, princessraquela, I need a picture of you for the info page.

*nods*

OK, and soon, more theories.

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11:13 am

myclevername
It has been quite a while since my last theory. This theory is completely and totally personal in origin, possibly nature, and I've no idea whether or not it will be applicable to anyone else's life or not. Thankfully, there is something of an anonymity to livejournal allowing me to make confesions of a very personal nature without needing to be concerned about the responses and reactions of the faceless masses that exist, both on livejournal and on the interweb in general.

As I mentioned in my journal yesterday, on Saturday I had an unexplicable mental breakdown. We all go through it, we've all been through at least one.

Scene: Group of friends drinking wine in a kitchen. Laughter ensues. Suddenly, our heroine, bursts into tears for no reason whatsoever.

The truth of the matter is that one of the guests at the housewarming party was the mother of a girl, we'll call her JR, who used to torture me when we were kids. I mean, flat out torture. Picture me, blond curls flopping around my red face as tears stream down it, my jiggling chubs, and a group of cronies, led by the evil JR chasing me down an alley, throwing dog shit at my head.

Immediately after seeing JR's mother, I see a girl I used to babysit. The last time I saw her she was 12 year old. Now, she's turned into a downright skank.

When will all this shit from my past finally let me go? When will I be able to move on? And why am I currently incapable of doing so? How in the world did seeing two people who have virtually no part of my life cause me to lose control?

The truth is, we're never free from our past. As much as we may want to be, it will always be a serious part of who we are. My father will always be a doctor, and it doesn't matter how much I wish he had some other job, because that's that. Because of this I will always have a minor abandonment complex. I will always look back at my 16th birthday with regret and sadness. I will always have an unhealthy fascination with all things unhealthy. I will always understand what the doctor is saying to me, and resent being treated like a layperson.

Why do people run from their past? Is it not better, healthier, to face it? To look it straight in the face and declare that while it is a part of you, it will not own you. My past does not own me, my past does not dictate how I will live my life. I am my own person, and my past is part of it, but it is not all of it. I have my present, my future, and they are just as important, if not more so, than my past.

And yet, despite my declarations, I still broke down and sobbed at a friend's house party. I cannot find it in myself to forgive one of my best friends for virtually breaking my heart.

I suppose it is the difference between should and is. I should be free from my past, but I am not. I wonder if I ever will be. Somehow, I doubt it. My past owns me, and that fact makes me want to cry. I will never be my own woman, because something owns me that is completely a part of me, and yet not. How can something so undefinable own me so completely?

current mood: contemplative

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Saturday, April 23rd, 2005
8:28 pm - For what it's worth...

sceptique_nina
Love is such a relative thing.
Call me a non-conformist, but I believe love is all about timing.
I think what makes two people fall in love are the circumstances.
Have you ever wondered if you already saw the love of your life walking down the street and were too busy to notice? So has everyone. But I garantee it never happened. Because what makes two people share a mutual feeling of love is the fact that they know each other. What about love at first sight, you ask? That is just the feeling you get, when you look into a stranger's eyes for the first time, that you might already know them. What if you don't even talk to them? Don't worry. You'll find someone else.
What about all those movies I saw, you ask? Bullshit, I tell you!
It is a certain thing, I believe, that when a person knows you and you know them so well that you care for each other more than anything else, it's magical.
What about non-corresponded love, you ask? I think it is a misunderstanding on one's behalf. And that it's nobody's fault (God knows I wish it was).
All I can say is: love happens for a reason. And what I really think makes love such a wonderful feeling is that it fills the emptiness (aka the 'big void') with nothing but a comforting feeling.
To quote one of my favorite poets, Jewel:
He said I feel like home to him.
This was the best definition of love I could find.

I wrote this 'piece' on June 20th, 2000. Funny to find it last night, going through old letters with Pati, and realize my opinion hasn't really changed. :)

current mood: melancholic

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Thursday, December 9th, 2004
5:03 pm - Men suck

sceptique_nina
Yep. This theory's subject is pretty short, pretty agressive, and unfortunately, most of the time, true.

I can't complain. I have a perfect boyfriend. He loves me, I love him, we're very happy together (even if we live 5,000 miles away from each other). He turns down girls for me, acts like he truly cares, and doesn't take me for granted. I do love him.

And then, out of the blue, you get an email from a pseudo-ex that begins with "Hello my love!". They never called you love before. Not even when you were dating.
Doesn't that remind you of Hugh Grant's character in Bridget Jones?
Doesn't that remind you of Mr. Big (married to Natasha) when Carrie was going out with Aidan and they were in love, and he had to come ruin that?
These type of men only show up when we're not availible, when we're not in the mood, when we don't want them anymore. It's their timing that counts. Why should they care about our feelings if they only come forward when opportunity strikes them?

"Oh, by the by, I might be swinging by Brasilia any time in the next 3 months". I feel he forgot to complement the sentence with an additional "Shall we shag, then?" Booty call, anyone?! Thanks, not me.
I feel like yelling "It was just a happy birthday wish! You weren't supposed to answer!" Just like he didn't answer the emails I sent him just after our "affair" (I'm practically insulting affairs) ended.

It triggered something deep inside of me, is what it did. Some kind of sleeping anger that had been numb ever since he decided not to write, call or care anymore (since he wasn't getting any, anymore). Fine. I got over it. I moved on. I fell in love. I'm happy.

And then - ta na - the ghost of heartbreaks past decides to show up.
Not that I care. My vengeful side does, though.
But I'm too nice of a person. I politely answered. I kept my distance.
And, for his own sake, so should he.

current mood: angry

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Wednesday, November 17th, 2004
4:51 pm - Let's ressucitate this journal!

sceptique_nina
It's scary to be a woman in today's world. And I don't mean that in the social-economic-political way, but in the way that I see women as more and more backstabbing and sneaky to each other. Ohmigod, did I say that outloud? I'm truly sorry. But we seem to have lost our politeness toward one another. When did we stop being friends and start being foes? When did we stop helping each other get guys to start stealing each other's boyfriends?
I wonder if the world has reached such a level of animosity that we can't turn back. It's not just women, of course. People all around the world lost all sense of being nice, of helping someone, of caring.
But I chose the example of women specifically because I went through something kind of scary these last days. There was a girl who was into my boyfriend, who lives 5000 miles away, and she simply chose to declare herself to him, knowing (damn well) that he was, well, committed. Well, just in case you're wondering, he turned her down. But men are weak, and women know that. So they use it as another opportunity to be even more forward and pushy. What is up with that? Can't you find some dignity within yourself to try and find a guy of your own? I think it is one of the lowest moves that can be perpetrated by anyone. I don't see as many men going up to a guy's girlfriend and trying to win her over, unless he's really in love. Men seem to have a secret code (which used to exist for women) and to keep off committed girls, as opposed to women, who more and more see it as an opportunity of a catch, mostly to feel desired and know that she was able to steal someone else's guy. It is a conquest. And we didn't use to be like that…
So I wonder, and still can't find a plausible answer; what changed? Who changed?
And, more importantly; WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED??

current mood: thoughtful

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Saturday, July 10th, 2004
8:50 pm

myclevername
OK, so I have an idea. Here's what we do.

We open up the community so that anyone can join, but they need to apply first, and the members vote on whether or not they're to be allowed into the community.

That way we can let people in, but there's still a screening process.

So, what shall we vote on? I think we should vote on theories. The applicant needs to type us a theory, and we vote on the theory, yes or no, and that person, depending on how many votes that person gets, is either allowed into the community or not.

What do you think, ladies?

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Friday, July 9th, 2004
5:04 pm

myclevername
Hey!

theories_on_all has . . . *drumroll please*

USER PICS!

Check them out, and tell me what you think?

current mood: accomplished

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4:20 pm

myclevername
You know what I'm really fucking sick of? All these irritating pro-"ism" movements. With the exception of environmentalism, which has it's own particular and unique problems (being combined with a wide assortment of different ethos, ethics, morals and philosophies in order to take away from trying to "Save the Planet," by trying to "save the planet through WOMAN EMPOWERMENT!"), "ism" movements seem to be missing the point.

"I am a feminist, I am pro-womyn, I am a proud to call myself a womyn/woman/dyke/lesbian/etc . . ."

So while women involved in this movement strive for pay equity, for the legal power to shoot off the head of someone who wolf-whistles at them, people in slums, in streets, in bottom of the barrel third world nations, are dying of exposure, hunger, disease, thirst, violence.

Why can't a person be proud to call themselves a human? Why is there always a stigma? I'm a human with a cunt. Wow, so proud. You're a human with a dick. Again with the "WOW!" You must be incredibly happy to be able to state the obvious. Human who used to have a dick, and now has a vagina, vice versa, boobs, no boobs, man boobs, cankles, pot bellies, beer guts, anorexia. Black, white, Asian, Parda, Latino, Native, Middle Eastern.

Hey guess what? You all happen to fit into one grouping: Human.

I know I can't speak of "humanism," because apparently there are movements out there who are pro-human. Global Justice, for instance. But Global Justice has sort of gotten lost in other "isms." Environmentalism, politicalism, feminism, the list goes on and on.

I'm sick of hearing about it. I'm sick of being told that I'm not a whateverist because I buy bras, smoke cigarettes, like my Nikes, conform.

Guess what? It's not that important to me. I'm pretty happy with the way women are treated today, and you know what? I like getting whistled at. Sure, I'll complain, and give the guys the finger, but that's all part of the unspoken deal that was made when I grew tits, and their testicles descended. I'll even let you in on a little secret, I like it when lesbians come onto me, because that means that the unspoken deal has become more human, less gender constricted.

I was once told by a 'womyn' that I was unworthy because I was afraid to debate with her. "You are a coward because you refuse to debate with a true womyn." I'm actually not. Could be I'm a coward because I refuse to debate with another person, but it has nothing to do with that person being a 'womyn."

Oh, new's flash: 'womyn?' Yeah, it's a pointless attempt to empower women. "Men" is not the part of 'women' that is anti-feminist, but it's the "WO," which stands for "wife of-." "Men/Man" merely means 'human.' So there you go.

I am human, and I am proud, but sometimes, I'd rather be another animal, because they're free from that crap. Then I'd only have to deal with hunters, abusers and my predators. Seems almost like a better trade off.

current mood: aggravated

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11:47 am - Mais uma teoria roubada....

sceptique_nina
Dessa vez, do meu primo Bruno.
Esta teoria aparece tb em protesto ao anônimo q postou coisas estúpidas no site da Quel.


"Minha prima Raquel foi xingada por alguem por desenvolver um movimento neo-feminista. Eu sou completamente a favor de todos os tipos de movimentos, sejam geniais, tolos, ou completamente retardados. Porem, existem somente alguns com selo de qualidade Charolastra:


MOVIMENTO NEO-MACHISTA:


Sou homem, branco, causasiano, classe média alta, heterossexual, hiv negativo, não tenho deficiencia física ou mental, não sou gordo, nem feio, nem burro. Estes são os tipos de preconceito mais prováveis de acontecer com uma pessoa no Brasil. E se em vez de homem eu fosse mulher? Could I have been....a woman?

Por quase uma década as mulheres lutam para serem iguais aos homens, terem os mesmos direitos. Não conseguiram. Gritam, se separam, abortam, viram lésbicas e "independentes", mas simplesmente não conseguem.

O problema é que elas acham que mudaram, mas na verdade não. Continuam, por trás de uma fachada mais liberal e independente, a querer alguém que preste atenção nelas e diga bobagens românticas. O príncipe encantado. Para a sorte delas surgiram as academias, que prolongam a sua maior atratividade para os homens por mais uns 10 anos, e permite que velhas divorciadas agarrem garotões de corpo igualmente malhado.

O movimento neo-machista é contra a atual situação da mulher e, diferente do antigo machismo, quer ajudá-las a atingir nosso nível de desenvolvimento. Os neo-machistas não agüentam mais ter que assistir novela e conversar sobre coisas retardadas com mulheres sem senso de humor e pouca cultura. O que nós pretendemos é tornar cada vez mais mulheres mais interessantes, sem relegar a atenção ao corpo. Observamos que elas durante décadas não o fizeram sozinhas, grande parte por oposição masculina.

Pensamos ser nosso dever auxiliá-las neste processo, promovendo conversas em bar e dando sugestão de filmes, livros, músicas, comportamento, cursos de relacionamento no século XX, primeiro, depois no século XXI, para tirá-las do romantismo do século XIX, sem choques muito grandes.

Mulheres do mundo: Uni-vas! A nós."
E eu concordo plenamente.

current mood: working

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Tuesday, July 6th, 2004
1:45 pm - Raquel's theory on Feminists, and why they ruined our lives

sceptique_nina
Feminists have ruined my life.
I'm 18. I should have been married and pregnant by now. But no.
Some ugly anti-bra women decided it wasn't good enough to stay at home, knitting, gardening, going to parties and watching over the children. Our husbands were rich, elegant, good men chosen by our parents. If they cheated on us they did so in fancy brothels were all men got together to smoke cigars and drink whisky. But they respected us. We were their wives, their lives. Without us, they were nothing.
Now, not only must we have the skills of a house wife, be good looking, take good care of ouselves, have a nice body we also have to be hard working, studious, have good jobs and a good reputation. We have to go hunting for a husband in a forest filled with whores (who arised only after feminists came around) where its impossible to get a man to settle down (why would they?) and we are stuck to double shifts of work, lesser pay and sucky sexless lives.
Feminists ruined my life. I would be a happy mother with a happy home and fun balls and fancy dresses and much jewlery.
Now I'm a college student, who works until 8 pm, has no boyfriend (no future prospectives either) and no sex.

Thanks feminists, I appreciate ur efforts to ruining my life.


P.s. I LOVE BRAS!!!

current mood: bitchy

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Friday, June 25th, 2004
4:39 pm - That´s life...

sceptique_nina
I love it when there´s absolutely NOTHING to do at work.
I feel as if I were wasting a very precious time of my life, which could have been used for other useful activites, such as getting my nails done, singing or walking my dogs (amongst others).
I feel as if time won’t go by (Cazuza, a brazilian singer/songwriter/poet, wrote “Time doesn’t stop”, only because he never had a real job).
In the meantime, I print song lyrics, record covers (which I had previsouly burned from my mom/brother´s collection), pictures of friends and celebrities. Oh! And I’ve gotten very good at finding useless websites about nothing. Uselessness taken to the extreme.
And since when is that a good way to spend public money?! (I work for the Government). I may even be complaining for no reason while others have no job, but I hate doing nothing when I could have been using my creativity/work force. If there is nothign to do at the office one day, why not give me the day off? I’m sure that I would come back the next day more active and with much more will to work. I’d be happier.
So, if ever the day comes for me to have my own company, I surely will apply that policy with my employees. That way, they would at least like their job, and I would also be contributing to their overall happiness.

current mood: anxious

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Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004
2:11 pm - Perfection

sceptique_nina
I was at the theater this morning, doing some volunteer work, when I was hit by the bare bluntness of the name of a play. It was called "You´re not perfect, goodbye.".
Weird how you can sum up relationships in one sentence, I thought, from a man´s or a woman´s point of view.
We seek perfection in others at its highest form, to a point where you no longer know what is perfect. Its concept varies, obviously, from one person to the next.
So how does the word perfect even exist in the first place?
I think it exists in the same way all religion does: for contradiction purposes only. If you´re not Catholic, you´re gonna go to hell. If you´re not Muslim, you´re gonna go to hell. So which one is it? It´s not for me to judge, but I think none. And both at the same time (we´re all going to hell).
We created perfect to feel more comfortable with ourselves, to give us a false sense of security. We´d rather pretend "perfect" is out there, than assimilate the fact that we´ll never find it.
So we use it as an excuse to get out of whatever needs getting out of. Jobs, university, appartments, friendships, relationships.
"It wasn´t perfect for me", we say. "Goodbye", we say.
And we go on, always searching for the unfindable perfection, wasting our time - sometimes, our life - on the most useless quest of all. And we keep on using it as an excuse to escape relationships. Relationships that are good, sometimes great.
Because they´re not perfect.

current mood: pessimistic

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Friday, June 18th, 2004
2:44 pm - The Theory of Sleep

myclevername
In today's day and age, comfort is key. Comfort in sex. Comfort in jeans. Comfort in bras. Comfort in lingerie.

Bring it all on, so long as it's comfortable. Fuck the rest if it gives me a wedgie . . . or, Heaven forbid, camel-toe.

This particular theory has to do directly with comfort. How do you know how to trust someone? How do you know you are comfortable with them?

By sleeping the night through, while you sleep at their side.

True comfort in your most vulnerable position. Sleep is vulnerability. None of your defenses are up, you cannot play any of your games. Your shields fall, and you become helpless.

Picture this: your first night sleeping next to anyone. Male, female, it doesn't matter. Even, your first night in a new home, in a new bed. How often do you sleep the night through, in complete and utter comfort?

I think it is a safe bet that it's rare.

However, if one can pass the whole night in complete and utter comfort, sleeping next to someone, it is safe to say that you are comfortable with that person. Perhaps it is someone you have slept next to fairly often. Perhaps someone you are meant to be with.

It doesn't matter.

You just are.

Sleep tight!

current mood: sleepy

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Wednesday, June 16th, 2004
6:55 pm - Theory # 2

sceptique_nina
This is my theory on bad male drivers.
It is virtually impossible to tolerate dating a bad driver.
What would you do if the man you loved was a worst driver than you??
If it´s ever happened to you, you know what I´m talking about.
You sit there on the passenger seat, praying that nothing happens to your pretty self, being honked at by older people and getting "the finger" from every teenager that goes by.
You feel embarassed. You feel uncomfortable. All you wanna do is take the steering wheel and DRIVE, and you would do exactly that if it weren´t for that BIG BAD DRIVER SITTING NEXT TO YOU.
How would you ever live up to the feeling of having to please all of your girlfriends by introducing them to your cute new bf, if as soon as they got in his car they started cringing for their lives!!? (Cuz a girlfriend would NEVER humiliate you in front of your man, even if it was to say "Could you please speed up a little?! I think there´s a minimum speed limit." or "Please, can I get to the restaurant ALIVE?!")
No. Dating a bad driver is wrong. Men are supposed to drive better than us, they´re expected to do so.
Plus, and this is where the theory gets interesting: a man who can´t drive, in my opinion, must SUCK in the sack.
If he´s not comfortable handling a big round object, how would he EVER handle a small, tiny one?...
Just a thought.
=]

current mood: thoughtful

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Tuesday, June 15th, 2004
4:03 pm - Oh, hello!

sceptique_nina
My first theory is about bosses.
What is the matter with our bosses, and why, OH GOD WHY, can´t we just kill them!?
Have you ever noticed how you´re ALWAYS gonna be smarter than your boss?! It´s a given. No matter how long he´s been on the job, you´re always brighter, more creative and more intelligent than your him (her)...
Bosses have better paychecks, they never have to be on time and they can skip work whenever they feel like it.
So why are they always these mental, anal individuals who just won´t GET OFF YOUR FUCKING CASE??!?!?!?
They know the exact way to get on your nerves, and do it all the time, just for the hell of it.
Bosses are unique species who like nothing more than to publicly humiliate you during a meeting with the cute guy you have a crush on.
Well, then, should YOU ever become the boss?!
The answer is NO. Cuz if you did become the boss, you would probably hire someone smarter than you, who would despize everything you do and hate your guts. So...
Here is a list of a few things you can do to your boss´s Business Card:
1. Go to AA meetings, self-help groups and other mental institutions and give it away as if your own
2. Use it as ID (worn as a tag on chest) in a Gay club
3. Hit a very expensive car and give away as if your own.
4. Floss
5. Offend some really big, ugly thugs in dark alleys and, as you run away, let it accidentally slip out of your back pocket.

current mood: bitchy

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Monday, June 14th, 2004
10:22 pm - Welcome

myclevername
My first theory:

Why am I so addicted to LiveJournal?

To be completely honest, I'm not too sure. However, I do believe it is because I am such an incredible exhibitionist. Not that there is nothing wrong with this, but I love to expose myself, be it on stage, or on the internet. I love to have people know me. On my terms.

I created this community in order to assist in an idea menina_pati, sceptique_nina, and princessraquela came up with, and I was invited to join in with. To create a book called "Our Theories on Everything." Unfortunately, we are not always in the same place, and as such, having a community where we can write our theories may facilitate our creative processes. We shall see.

Hopefully the theories will be enjoyable.

current mood: accomplished

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