I’m a Guzmán

At the funeral of an uncle my dad and we kids loved very much, one of my uncles (there aren’t many like him) cracked a joke about us Guzmáns:

He said: “The Guzmáns are: pig-headed, stubborn, mules, blockheads, hammers!!!
Of course we all burst out laughing, even in the middle of such a big loss. But why did we laugh?

Because he’d just told us, point-blank, what the Guzmán-Pinacho family and its descendants are really like.

Sadly, I have to admit today that it’s true. I’ve clung so hard to certain things in my life that right now I’m saying: “My God… did I actually pull those dumb stunts?”—and forgive the expression, but it’s true!!
Getting mad because someone didn’t hug me!!! How about that? And then I wonder why I want them to love me now, after I filled and overwhelmed them with so much stuff… No, no, and NO!!

Character defects have to go…

I can’t stop being a Guzmán, but I can stop being a fool.

Listening to DJ Tiësto – Obsession, I feel ashamed