Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Most people view narcissism as this excessive, negative love for ones self. BONK. To be narcissistic in a humble manor is a GREAT thing. This is gunna be a short post.
I spent a lot of last night writing and doing some work. I took a shower. I ate great food. Then I planned an outfit for today that made me happy and made me look and feel good. I put it on this morning, look at myself in the mirror...I look stunning and I really DO love myself. Before writing this post, I class for a good word for the opening and they said, Narcissism. Again, I say BONK. I love myself. I love myself because I didn't always love myself. I love myself because if YOU don't love YOURSELF...than who will? I mean, really? So...Here's what.
I love myself. I dress nicely for myself. I go to cafes for myself sometimes! Its good to just do for YOU. Its good to do for others, but you are the most important person in your life. Love yourself. You're ALLOWED to be narcissistic. So do you. Be happy. Love you!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
recurring - To happen, come up, or show up again or repeatedly.
It seems as though I have to re-stress an old and looming topic. Yesterday, I saw a girl, maybe of 13, and she was wearing a short skirt, a tank top, legging and holding the newest vogue. Naturally...I stopped in my tracks. I, however, was wearing a thick sweater. Mind you, its 62 degrees Fahrenheit. So, what of this girl who is dressed like a summer hooker and is but 13 years old? What of the fact that, instead of buying a coat for winter/fall, bought those leggings and a new copy of Vogue? Where the hell are her priorities and what season is she living in? This girl probably values trends and fads more than she does her education, the finer things (art and high culture) and prolly doesn't stand out. Many girls her age are choosing to look like GaGa and Beyonce over looking like they have their own styles. But lets not just blame this particular girl for ruining society as we know it...We also have boys. So...on one hand, we have homophobic black boys that sag and wear skinny jeans and, to complete the look, they get mohawks and bleach the tips. Mind you, when gay people and other colored people did it...it was gay and stupid. On the other hand...We have our white stoner crowd that chooses to sag as well only THEY enjoy looking thugged out or mixing the two looks together. Then they speak as though they invented hip hop...poorly...and they adapt to a lot of negative stereotypes placed on black youth. The world as we know it...
So, what can you say about this? That teens are just becoming the puppets of pop culture icons like GaGa and Nicki Minaj? Nope. Frankly, the ones with no individual style or personalities are just not worth anyone's time. There are plenty that enjoy being themselves and being fabulous. The problem is that we are easy to mold...well...those with weaker minds and self confidence. The priorities of some have shifted into stupidity. People have taken on stereotypes and more bad habits and it’s sad. Who's to blame? The media? The kids themselves? Kanye West? Who knows? But I have some good advice. Just be you. Don’t try to blend in with everyone else. Those who strive to "fit in" aren't people that are valued in today’s culture. Be the one to wear a meat dress to an award ceremony (GaGa reference)...But don't do it because someone did it first! Set your own trends! Be your own person!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
reminiscent - ending to recall or suggest something in the past.
So...I'm writing a piece or two about the memories I have of my greatest friends. I have one about my friend Laurel and it’s about how I always imagine her in sepia and in autumn. There's a distinct way I remember her and it’s preserved in a Polaroid I’ve never taken of her. Its brilliant actually...your imagination is a camera and Photoshop put together. This'll be short, people.
I hold a lot of people in moments in time where I loved them the most. Its just something people do to remember being happy and people around them being happy. I looked at an old picture this morning of myself from 2nd grade. I was sitting against a wall smiling bigger than ever. It was pleasing to remember me as i was and compare it to how i am now. So, here's where you come in...Don't forget the moments. Don't forget how happy you were and how happy they were. Don't forget their names. Don't forget the locations. Some days you need to remember the happier times to move on. So keep your mind an expanding photo album...for those days when you need it.