You know what show I love and hate to watch simultaneously? The Real World. I think it's so cool that a bunch of random individuals get to spend four months together in one house in one awesome city. HOWEVER. They're a bunch of spoiled asses. Think about it, they don't have to pay bills. They don't have to buy furniture (even if they break it). They can do damn near whatever they want until their jobs start, and even then it's not unbearable (the closest thing to unbearable was this season's cast working as chaperones for college kids during spring break) by a long shot. Yet they whine and fight with one another like a bunch of school kids. Seriously. This season was so outrageous, I was either laughing hysterically or flat-out disgusted.
Why? If you have a roommate that suffers from ADHD and you got into an argument, would you result to telling them to "Go take their Adderall?" I mean seriously. And who wouldn't laugh at a drunk friend who steps out onto the hotel balcony to toss a FIRE EXTINGUISHER into the pool? Sure, it would be a serious matter later, but initially, that shit would be hilarious! Or my personal favorite. Why get into an argument with some girl you hate when you can just SPIT in her food! I mean seriously, I think a lung would have burst from me laughing so hard at her expression alone!
Anyway, I think it would be cool to have a pad to share with a bunch of my friends. I mean there's Save, Keen, Shy, Hugo, Nelman, Marlon, Jalyn, Tiana, Jason, Sharina, Jessica, Kelley, Nick, Malcolm, Cassie, Ferg, Jo, Nay, Steve, etc, etc. The list goes on and on. Any combination would surely be awesome. I'm sure we could outdo the Real Worlders any day. Pansy asses. Lol. Ok, that's my random rant for the night. Take what you will from it.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Twenty.Six.
Family is a confusing thing isn't it?? It's never something you ever feel 100% about. I mean sure, you have movies like "Soul Food". "The Preacher's Wife". And every Tyler Perry movie that is and ever will be in existence reminding us of the importance of family with some warm and fuzzy conclusion. But let's be real.
We don't start out despising our families from the innermost depths of our souls. Nor do we entirely love them with the most powerful palpitations of our hearts. More often than not, we sit on the fence. Or rather, we act like a bed of hot coals are waiting for us to lean to one side or the other. Is it wrong? No. It's human. We're designed to take things for granted. And perhaps that's why family is so beautiful.
Today I realized just how much I take for granted when it comes to family. I was stunned and ashamed at the realization that I don't tell my mom and siblings I love them enough. How I always choose to distance myself from them just to avoid a difficult discussion or a current problem I may have. I shelter myself so much within my family's negatives rather than it's positives. And I use that as fuel to keep dancing on the side of coals marked "anger and frustration" instead of jumping to the side of "contentment and appreciation" every now and then.
Is my family bad? No. Do they hate me? No. Do they look down on me? No. Am I scared they don't get me? Yes. Would I rather not voice my opinions? Yes. Am I estranging our relationship due to my insecurities? Yes.
And I'm honestly tired of it. For the simple fact that it isn't getting me anywhere and it's done more harm than good. I spent so much time going at it with them, rebelling for no rhyme and reason instead of just telling them how I felt. Thus, I ended up making my life more difficult, as well as making myself that much more difficult for them to understand.
My point?
Family isn't some deadly airborne disease bent on wiping out mankind. It's not that girl-from-the-party-whose-name-you-forgot that's calling you to tell you she's pregnant. Family isn't your real-life version of Michael Myers, either. Quite frankly, there's a shitload of things worse than family.
Even if the coals on the other side of the fence may burn just as hot, at least on that side you have a group of people there to patch you up.
We don't start out despising our families from the innermost depths of our souls. Nor do we entirely love them with the most powerful palpitations of our hearts. More often than not, we sit on the fence. Or rather, we act like a bed of hot coals are waiting for us to lean to one side or the other. Is it wrong? No. It's human. We're designed to take things for granted. And perhaps that's why family is so beautiful.
Today I realized just how much I take for granted when it comes to family. I was stunned and ashamed at the realization that I don't tell my mom and siblings I love them enough. How I always choose to distance myself from them just to avoid a difficult discussion or a current problem I may have. I shelter myself so much within my family's negatives rather than it's positives. And I use that as fuel to keep dancing on the side of coals marked "anger and frustration" instead of jumping to the side of "contentment and appreciation" every now and then.
Is my family bad? No. Do they hate me? No. Do they look down on me? No. Am I scared they don't get me? Yes. Would I rather not voice my opinions? Yes. Am I estranging our relationship due to my insecurities? Yes.
And I'm honestly tired of it. For the simple fact that it isn't getting me anywhere and it's done more harm than good. I spent so much time going at it with them, rebelling for no rhyme and reason instead of just telling them how I felt. Thus, I ended up making my life more difficult, as well as making myself that much more difficult for them to understand.
My point?
Family isn't some deadly airborne disease bent on wiping out mankind. It's not that girl-from-the-party-whose-name-you-forgot that's calling you to tell you she's pregnant. Family isn't your real-life version of Michael Myers, either. Quite frankly, there's a shitload of things worse than family.
Even if the coals on the other side of the fence may burn just as hot, at least on that side you have a group of people there to patch you up.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Twenty. Five. Hell Yeah.
And they say you can't come back from the dead. LOL
It's been a while guys, gals and rejects. Where have i been? Well, I would like to tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. So, with that being said, all i will say is, intergalactic warships, various extraterrestria (yes, i just made that up), and a near apocalyptic cataclysm. Yeah, it's just that serious lol. And during all that, I also came down with a mean case of writer's block, to say the least.
I'm currently listening to my new myspace playlist (which is awesome as usual) and I have to say....the main song pretty sums up my mindset right about now. Rather than tell you what it's about, just go to my page and have a listen. Or for those of you who would rather not, just check out "Weightless" by All Time Low.
(CAUTION: LISTENING TO SONG MAY RESULT IN REBELLIOUS ATTITUDES, DESIRES FOR CHANGE, AND A MEAN CASE OF "FUCK OFF, I'M DOING WHAT I WANT" SYNDROME.)
In other news, I'm delving into three business ventures. For now. That number may very well increase. Let's just say when you take off a semester, you have two options: watch the grass grow, or use the free time wisely. Which would you prefer?
I've decided I want to move out in the very near future. It's simply necessity at this time. Perhaps it's that hyperactive stubborness that is associated with teenagers/young adults. Whatever. My life. My problem. Very simple, no?
It's been a while guys, gals and rejects. Where have i been? Well, I would like to tell you, but then I'd have to kill you. So, with that being said, all i will say is, intergalactic warships, various extraterrestria (yes, i just made that up), and a near apocalyptic cataclysm. Yeah, it's just that serious lol. And during all that, I also came down with a mean case of writer's block, to say the least.
I'm currently listening to my new myspace playlist (which is awesome as usual) and I have to say....the main song pretty sums up my mindset right about now. Rather than tell you what it's about, just go to my page and have a listen. Or for those of you who would rather not, just check out "Weightless" by All Time Low.
(CAUTION: LISTENING TO SONG MAY RESULT IN REBELLIOUS ATTITUDES, DESIRES FOR CHANGE, AND A MEAN CASE OF "FUCK OFF, I'M DOING WHAT I WANT" SYNDROME.)
In other news, I'm delving into three business ventures. For now. That number may very well increase. Let's just say when you take off a semester, you have two options: watch the grass grow, or use the free time wisely. Which would you prefer?
I've decided I want to move out in the very near future. It's simply necessity at this time. Perhaps it's that hyperactive stubborness that is associated with teenagers/young adults. Whatever. My life. My problem. Very simple, no?
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