Chaos and Charm

I don’t argue.

I just raise my voice creatively
while presenting a very sound, emotionally charged PowerPoint presentation
that everyone refuses to appreciate.

People might say I’m “defensive.”
Like, “Cógelo con take it easy, nena.”
No, sweetie. I’m just right — loudly.
It’s not yelling if I’m correct.

I try to stay calm, I really do.
I start off all composed, sipping my water like I’m on a talk show,
ready to demonstrate emotional maturity.
Then someone says something dumb—
and now I’m hosting a live seminar called
“So You Chose Violence and Ignorance?”
followed by a dramatic reenactment called “This Is Why I Don’t Go Out.”

And the worst part?
Half the time, I don’t even care about the topic that much. For real.
I just can’t stand when people act confidently wrong.
Like, why are you loud AND incorrect? Pick a struggle, bro.

Because I’m not mad.
I’m passionately disappointed.
There’s a difference.

I’ve read enough self-help books to know I should “pause before reacting.”
So I do.
I pause. I breathe. I count to ten… ok, maybe four.
Then I react — with more uncontrolled facial expressions and crazy hand gestures.

My higher self is in my ear whispering, “Just let it go.”
Meanwhile, my lower self’s already pulling out the receipts,
adjusting her earrings, and rolling her eyes, like,
“Ok, cool. I guess we’re doing this again.
Enlightenment can wait — I’ve got time today.”

And honestly? It comes naturally.
I’m from a long line of people who don’t “agree to disagree.”
Because we believe that “you’ll see eventually” and “I’m right.”
It’s generational. It’s heritage.
It’s that Nuyorican backbone — built from rhythm, pride, and pure stubbornness.

But look — I’m evolving.
Now I argue less in person,
and more in imaginary conversations in my head or in the shower.
Where I always win, flawlessly,
and deliver a closing line that Oprah herself would’ve applauded.

So no, I’m not arguing.
I’m just passionately explaining why I’m right
with volume, conviction, and a bunch of unnecessary dramatics.

If that makes me “too much,”
then maybe the world’s just a little too quiet.

Because at the end of the day,
I’m not trying to win —
I’m just trying to make sure the truth gets the microphone it deserves.
At least in my opinion. 🎤