Dreamer by day, writer by night

 Socially we grow up with the idea that our parents are unconditionals. Human beings with limitless love and which they're gonna be by our side in every step that we made, cheering us up, getting us up and pushing us for more.  Nothing prepare us to the horrible wall of reality when it hits up so hard that we have sequels for years. And here I want to blame to the 90s and their thousands of millions of romantic comedies that hypnotized our mothers to make them believed that everything was that perfect and solved that simple. These glouriuous years grab our mother's head and shaked so bad that when they fell in love, saw the beautiful packaging and not the future potencial (negativly speaking) of whom it was gonna be the father of their child.  Today we meet the twentysomething, the fruit of that love, covered in traumas. From overstressing to immense fear of abandonment, we can play bingo with ourselfs and full the cardboard in less than 3 minutes. Maybe the heat of the deca

Almost every people we have some type of rutine that makes our daily life something less desorganizated. Constantly we're discarding some and incorporating new ones, wich makes our rutine incorporate dynamism. The question is this, ¿what happens when in our rutine or custom, a persons joins and expectatiosn appear with them?  Although the expectations are own because each one is in charge of build the other in our imagination, and not only that, idealizing everything they can be and do.  I also believe that the other make a deal on keep buildin that castle of ideas, words and feelings. If you usually see someone a couple of days a week and you talk almost daily, but suddenly communication is tense and cold and uncertainty appears when you do not know what is happening,  it's the fault of who makes the expectations of that relationship or there's equialy because in a relationship there are at least two partes involved? Creating expectations is dangerous but sometimes, unavoi