Negativity

I try to avoid it. That doesn’t mean it always works.

I was so irritated by my experience Friday morning at the Registro Nacional de las Personas that I spent most of the time while I was waiting blogging in my head, rather than reading the book I brought with me: I formulated a whole series of what at the time seemed witty phrases to be later incorporated into a blog post on the experience.

Then I abandoned my mission for the morning (changing my address in my ID document down here) and went on with my day, which ran non-stop until late that night. Part of that evening’s activities involved a talk on negativity.

And so, when I finally sat down at my computer and thought once again about all the nasty things I had to say about bureaucracy in this country (I seriously just misstyped bureaucrazy; what a fabulous typo!), I realized it just wasn’t worth it.

I will say, however, that Friday morning was the first time since I’ve lived here that I seriously wished I was back home in CA. It was that bad. And I’m still undecided as to whether I will re-attempt the experience so I can actually vote next month, or whether I’m going to just give up. I’m not 100% sure whether my address change is still within the time window for me to be included in June’s election.

Maybe I’ll just donate blood instead. That’s another thing on my to-do list for this week. No negativity in that!