Dreamland

She looked at him and he smiled.

They were young and free

driving on an old country road

with the cool breeze flooding into the windows

The roads were paved with leaves and sticks.

Trees hovered over the roads forming a tunnel of shade,

the sun pushing its way from behind the leaves

of the trees.

No sound. Just peace and innocence.

He wrote something on a piece of paper, folded it up and tucked it away in the palm of her hand.

He softly closed her fingers around the folded up note,

stepped out of the car

turned around

and walked away, never looking back.

She lightly kissed the note in her hand

turned her head

smiled to the sun

and woke up, never looking back.

Why My Mother Should be Okay with Dreadlocks

I have recently decided to dread my hair in the next couple of months. My mother who i love dearly completely disagrees. She thinks that they are disgusting, she finds them unappealing, and also believes I will not be able to get a decent job with them.

While yes all of her reasons seem very plausible, I believe they are also very naive.

You see, I believe they are very self expressive, and also show a great deal of self discipline. I like the way they look, and i have known many successful people with dreadlocks.

I have looked up a guide into how to go about breaking the terrible news to my parents that I will no longer have beautiful flowing girly hair, and instead trade that in for a life time worth of teasing and twisting.

I pulled up a website called “How to Convince Your Parents to Let You Get Dreadlocks”

Sounds promising.

http://www.wikihow.com/Convince-Your-Parents-to-Let-You-Get-Dreadlocks

Step one:

List 5-7 reasons on why you think you should get dreadlocks:

1. I simply love the way they look
2. I believe I will keep up with properly maintaing them
3. The industry I am working for doesn’t really care what you look like, as long as you have the skill and mind set.
4. Due to the fact I am a female, I get looked down upon on jobs in the food industry because a male would suit the position, so they think. I feel dreadlocks will give me more of stronger appearance, i.e. an appearance of being able to hold my own.
5. People associate dreads as being dirty and smelly, when in fact, if managed well, can be way more healthier for your hair. “Natural dreads do not require the use of any chemical processes making them better for your scalp than any hair style that requires your hair to be chemically permed or straightened. The residue free soaps that dreadlocks are washed in actually increase hair growth and cause hair to grow thicker and faster by removing residue from the hair follicles.” (Dreadlocks.com)
6. If for some reason down the road I no longer care for them, I can just simply cut them out. Yeah I will have short hair for a while. But it will grow, It is just hair we are talking about.

Step two:

Choose a Time to speak with your parents in a stress-free environment:

Instead of speaking with my parents, because I know they probably will never side with my point of view, I have decided to write this blog explaining why I want them and why they should be okay with my decision. It creates a stress-free environment in the sense that I dont even have to sit face to face with them. They can just read my research and explanation.

Step three:

State your desire in a matter of fact way and with no emotional attachment:

I believe with me getting dreadlocks, i will be expressing my own individuality. In a way this shows me standing up to peer pressure. By that I mean, I am not wanting to conform to this everyday style of beauty and instead have people like me for my personality and interests. I have no desire to be a super model or a stay at home trophy wife. My life consists of school, work, friend, and art. I can hold my own, and prefer to be a loner. My aspiration in life is not to have a picture perfect family with a husband that has a nine to five job and seven hundred children that want nothing to do with me. I want to see the world, and learn as much as I can. My appearance does not hinder my goals.

Step four:

Calmly ask why there is an objection if the answer is “No”:

I already know why the answer is and will probably always be NO. I want to tell my parents that I understand it is a drastic thing to just be thrown in your face, but they have to understand my point of view as well.

Step five:

Remember to explain why dreads are actually a clean hair style:

Research from:

http://dreadlocks.name/dreadlocks-rumors.html

Top 10 Dreadlocks Rumors Disproved:

1. You do not wash dreadlocks- Clean hair dreads faster than dirty hair. When you have dreadlocks you actually want your hair to be cleaner, and you need to use residue free shampoo because it doesn’t leave conditioners in your dreadlocks.
2. Dreadlocks are dirty- Only if you don’t wash them, and we went over this in rumor
3. Dreadlocks smell- Just like in rumor 2. Only if you don’t wash them, and that’s a big no no.
4. Simply not washing your hair will eventually create dreadlocks- When you don’t wash your hair you have extra oils and dirt that actually slow down the dreading process.
5. Household items can make dreadlocks (ex. toothpaste, honey, etc.)- Using these items to try and make dreadlocks only makes a mess. You can read all over the internet on dreadlocks message boards that household items are a no no.
6. Dreadlocks are for black people- Dreadlocks are for anyone. Dreadlocks are about patience and spirituality, which is in everyone.
7. If a person wears dreadlocks they must be a pothead- Not true, a lot of people associate dreadlocks with rastas, who use marijuana in a controlled way. Most people who have dreadlocks do not smoke, they are usually people with a different outlook on life.
8. You have to shave your head or use a kit to remove dreadlocks- Not true, removing dreadlocks is hard but it can be done and without the use of expensive products. Dreadlocks can be combed out. They actually have a book on removing dreadlocks at the Dreadlocks Academy.
9. Dreadlocks made by backcombing or twisting are not natural- Backcombing and twisting just puts your hair in the state that it can dreadlock faster. The process of making dreadlocks is a natural process of hair matting.
10. Dreadlocks have bugs- Not true. In fact I know a lot of people with dreadlocks and none of them have ever had bugs.

Step six:

Listen to what your parent has to say about dreadlocks, ensuring that you understand their point of view… even if you don’t agree.

Step seven:

Negotiate and compromise your way to “Yes.”:

I understand that it will take more than just me asking a few questions.

Step eight:

Thank your mom/dad for listening to you and giving you the chance to express yourself in a mature way (verbally during the chat and socially with the hairstyle).

Yes! Thank you mother and father for taking the time out of your day to view my thoughts and reasoning. I hope one day you will see things from my point of view and to remember I will always be your little girl whether or not I look the way you want me to.

 

My Study on Human Happiness

You know that feeling when you’ve been working on something forever, and it just annoys you because it never clicks? Then one day, BAM, its there and this huge weight feels like its been lifted off of your shoulders. It’s like math class when learning algebra. It is a second language at first and then one day it just makes sense.

That feeling of things just finally making sense is what im talking about.

I seemed to have lost that feeling. I don’t know why. But lately nothing makes sense. Maybe it’s a part of that grown up disease. I see myself losing faith in people.

People just do not act like they should anymore. There is no more caring. Like, for instance, when I go somewhere, like a show, or coffee shop, where people around my demographic hang out, I can feel the judgement burning holes in my back like acid rain. Why does it even matter what I look like? Better yet, why do people have to size other people up, and feel angry or envious when they see people who are different, or more attractive?

From the little studying I have done on people’s personalities, I have realized that you most defiantly shouldn’t judge someone for their looks, or first impressions.

It may seem like I do nothing but rant about how much I dislike people, but really I am just stating what I see.

Today I took mental notes during my drive through rush hour:

10 mins out of the city:

low traffic

speed limit 65mph

me 80mph

guy is so close to my back-end I cant even see his lights. has every opportunity to move over. DOESN”T

Downtown:

bumper to bumper

speed limit 55mph

me 15mph

girl literally stops in the middle of the interstate so she could get over, making everyone behind her stop to

10 mins from home:

steady moving traffic

speed limit 65mph

me 50mph

I need to get over, guy lets me over gladly

 

What I learned:

Every two out of three people are possibly unhappy or stressed. One out of every three people carry an attitude of happiness.

311,591,917 people in the US

103,863,972.333 people are happy in some way shape or form

207,727,944.667 are miserable and have absolutely no clue why

I Hate Fake People

Just one question.

Why must you be so fake?

To what kind of satisfaction does that give you?

A grin from ear to ear,

is a mask in itself.

You’re just a liar in disguise.

You’re just a cheater in life.

Why must you be so fake?

If I am the friendly to your face,

Why do you tarnish my reputation behind my back?

If I do nothing but try to be kind,

Why do you resist my hospitality?

Is it the fact that you hate wonderful things?

You always seem so miserable drowning in self hate.

Why must you hate?

Did I hurt your feelings when I came back at you with the truth?

Do you not deserve the truth?

I did nothing wrong,

Is that why you hate me?

Why must you be so fake?

You must not trust yourself,

So is that why you don’t trust me?

If I were to laugh in your face,

And jump down your throat with ever word you spit,

Would you love me?

No.

Why must you be so fake?

Killing with Karma

Have no fear

For I am here

To make right what was wrong

To bring light to this long-

and grueling complicated reality.

social catastrophe

Molecular anxiety

Society preaches peace and unity

But all we’ve done is built up immunity,

to love.

So let me show you the way

Bring it back-

Around to the imposture of fate

Ending with my blind date,

Of destiny

photo by: http://favim.com/image/276562/

Social Media Mixed Emotions

Image.

Self-image.

Beauty is skin deep.

Personality is stereotypical.

Your mind is a battlefield.

Your heart is a goldmine.

Your soul is ungrateful.

Your thoughts are unwilling.

Your tears are plastic.

The steps you took disappear with every step you take.

What you were is not what you are.

Your opinion does not matter.

Who are you?

What makes you special?

Image by *Zara.

Love Everyone for Once in your Miserable Life

The human heart is a wonderful thing. It brings life. It brings love. It pumps the blood to your veins. You need it. You must take good care of it. You must protect it. But you shouldn’t be just worrying about your heart alone. their are a million other hearts out their that need love too.

Their are the broken hearts, the wounded, the shallow, the invisible, the cold. Those hearts need the most care, because somebody else didn’t care enough. A heart is always able to change, for the better or for the worse. Its up to you to make sure that your very own heart always stays on the right path, because their will be those people who want to do nothing but make sure that you suffer.

Their will be those people out their who want nothing more than to see you fail; fall into oblivion. I do not know why one single person will stop at nothing to hurt another person. I do not have a reason for it other than hate. I do not know why people hate people. I do not understand it.

Why do those people feel the need to hurt someone? What happens after they succeed on making the other person feel miserable? What next? I mean come on.

I used to be an evil little girl. I mean like super evil. I would go out of my way to make sure someone elses life was what I saw as worse than mine. I wanted to see the tears come out of their eyes. Why? I do not know. I was young and I just thought it was the cool thing to do. The sad thing was, it was the cool thing to do.

But I turned my heart around. I am more than happy to talk to someone and to show someone that they are appreciated. Like smiling. Have you ever just smiled at someone? They usually smile back. And if you’re good enough at it, you could have just made their day. Compassion and love my friends.

If you love everyone, let me tell you, the stress will just disappear. Just try it. One day is all I ask.

The love children could’nt beat it into our heads enough.

Love thy neighbor <3

If You’re an Artist

If you’re an artist than you already know exactly what I am going to inform the rest of the world about.

If you’re an artist, you see the world in a completely different way. What’s cool about that is, is art can come in many different forms other than a paper and paintbrush. You see, art can be much more than that. It could be in landscaping, films, music, photography, fashion, food, graffiti, architecture, anything at all creative.

The saying “creativity is key” really does mean just that. A true artist can make the best out of a crazy situation. They can take something that wasn’t and turn it into something that is.

An artist knows the world is beautiful, but not beautiful enough. They want to address the world with this gift, by expressing their inner self. A real artist doesn’t want to be famous, they don’t want the money. They just want to be herd by anybody really. It doesn’t matter who, or how many. It’s sharing their thoughts, dreams, and ideas with other people, and being able to communicate and have them understand. Because let’s face it, sometimes they don’t understand themselves.

An artist does it for the thrill. That adrenalin you get during a dinner rush, or when that painting finally gets finished after three years, or when that shoot went smoothly. You could never imagine. They do it because it’s a passion, it’s a different way of living.

Art can take you places. It’s everywhere. It’s just whether or not you can experience it like a true artist.

The Grown-Up Disease

I am sorry to say, but their just so happens to be a growing epidemic right in your very own town. Have you ever noticed that people are not quite as fun as they used to be? Or the fact that everything that used to entertain you has lost all of its luster?

Well you’re not the only one buddy. We’re all experiencing it here. This terrible fate that has bestowed itself on the human race just happens to be known as the Grown-Up Disease. It is so contagious that it has worked its way into our high schools, and in some cases middle and elementary schools as well.

This amoeba of boring lifelessness effects the mind, body, and sense of style. What was once adorable suddenly turns creepy and odd. Like playing on a jungle gym for instance.

When you’re young, a jungle gym is a colorful Mount Everest on crack. As you get older it turns into a fortress, then an extreme game of tag; soon the monkey bars seem to be the cool new hangout seat, and before you know it, its a rusty old workout that involves a lot of effort and head ducking.

Why has the world failed to inform children what adult life is really like?

When you’re younger you are told you can be anything you want to be. But they fail to tell you that, that dream of yours could potentially cost you your good credit, and maybe even your financial state. What they also fail to explain is that the entire world is nothing but a giant popularity contest, and if you know absolutely nobody important, you have a really low chance of making it somewhere in life.

You see, when you grow up, the color purple turns to violet. Your vocabulary changes, and you suddenly start speaking the language of boring. The word underwear no longer makes you laugh, it just reminds you of the dirty laundry piling in your bathroom, and then that reminds you that all of your work uniforms are dirty.

You hit the point where the presidential election is important to you and you look forward to waking up to a cup of coffee and the morning news. Is this really fun?

Or are we playing along with the stereotype of adult hood?

And It Begins

I never thought to start writing a blog. I never thought to write anything long and grueling at all actually. One does not just simply write unless they are told. But of course their is the occasional odd ball who enjoys the fun and effort of expressing ideas.

Not me. I hate writing. In fact, I didn’t even want to start a blog. But I was convinced. I fell for the pressure of my peers. Maybe it will be fun. Maybe someone will read this blog and think I am absolutely nuts.

I am absolutely nuts.

Worst comes to worst and I will just be writing to myself where it will be me in my own little world expressing my own ideas to myself. That couldn’t be all bad now could it? Ah… who cares. Point and fact is, social media and networking is a part of today’s culture. You must embrace the change just how I am. You can sit their and laugh and think… ah who cares what she has to say.

My importance is irrelevant to this blog, to the world, and especially to you.

Regardless, you have made it to the end of this post laughing hysterically at the useless conversation I might have just had with myself. not only that…

you have been sucked into my world of unimaginative creative torture that I call writing, and I wish the best of luck to you.