The Internet is my world right now. It’s the only thing I know. It allows me to escape the harsh reality. Forget social media. Twitter, Instagram, Vine, Facebook, and more. For me, the internet is like a book. Every time I need to know about a word or a place, I look it up and read the information on the web. And also forget “I’m gonna Google that”. I make sure the sources I’m reading is legitimate and credible. Besides music, the internet also allows you to avoid awkward situations.
If only I had a smartphone when I was in highschool. I would have cheated on everything.
It’s Monday and I’m miraculously awake at 5 am. Filling up my cup of Joe and checking emails at my home office-home office meaning in my pj’s and still in my bed.
I had a great weekend, not that anyone else cares. It was the best one yet. At least I didn’t mope around the house doing endless chores. I actually went out and did something I haven’t done in what feels like FOREVER. I went to the movies. Went to see Denzel Washington’s The Equalizer and Ben Affleck’s Gone Girl. Both critically acclaimed movies which I both enjoyed. Did some shopping also. I’m slowly realizing that self evaluation is important to every busy person living in this planet. All we do is work, take care of our families, work, pay bills, and at the end of each day we crash in our beds and do it all again the next day. What a dull life!
Self evaluation means pampering yourself and I’m glad I did. Now, I’m left with a whole new level of chores since I didn’t get anything done this weekend.
I’m happy to say I don’t regret anything. Time is always moving and when it gets away from you, you have to make adjustments which causes the “butterfly effect”.
Go out there and spend quality time with YOU if you haven’t already. We all gotta work hard in this life, but never forget to play even harder.
Being twenty-five with no kids is the new “cool” today. No responsibilities and one’s freedom is limitless. It gives me great pleasure to say that I am twenty-five with no children, no responsibilities, and with limitless freedom. But why doesn’t it seem satisfying to me? Why do I feel like something else is missing?
Most of my friends are around the same age as I am and although I clearly remember them vowing to the Gods that they won’t have children until they’re financially stable, some of them have children anyways.
I guess life isn’t as fulfilling as I thought it would be being single.
I guess having a partner and a baby would “complete” every woman on earth.
Its never easy for me to confide my problems to you guys, but I find it difficult to open up to a family member or a friend since they know me so well. I find it so easy to open up to someone I barely know and I know exactly why. Its because I don’t want my family or friends to judge me. Its like after opening up to them all they’re going to talk to me about the next time we see each other is my problems.
My family and I have the same circle of friends both in and out of work. There’s nothing wrong with this picture. Completely normal and relatable. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always have a positive outcome.
Take my brother’s trip for example. He secretly went camping with one of our close friend (a woman, of course). When I said “secretly” I meant he didn’t tell any of his family and friends that he will be going out of town for a few days. So did she. But family members and friends (who couldn’t keep their abnormally large nose out of people’s business) snooped around and found out. Exchange of harsh words were said and feelings were hurt.
I don’t want to start my life over and make new friends. I just wished people mind their own business more and kept their mouth shut.
I hosted a house party last night and it was a commercial success. Even though it was crowded, I’ve never felt so alone and this type of shit scares me.
Good booze and good food won the hearts of my guests, but the main prize was the random conversations that each stranger made to one another. I probably met fifteen to twenty people last night and I’m pretty sure the coconut rum in my cup helped boost my self confidence.
To top it all of, I turned the TV on and hooked the Karaoke machine. Everyone went bananas!
Despite the positive vibe, I found myself in my dark room watching Netflix. I just shut down and let strangers come in and out of my house and go crazy. And this is just a party. What more if I’m in a relationship and feel this way? Its terrifying. I wonder if there’s anyone out there who’s with someone but at the same time feeling so alone and lonely.
Even though I felt some type of way, I bounced back and entertained my guests. The party ended late and the booze and food was finished and all I had was the karaoke machine and the awesome memory of my party.
I hate being alone. I hate the feeling of being alone even though I’m not. I wish this feeling never existed. I wish no one else is suffering from this.
A good friend of mine celebrated her 29th birthday yesterday. A week ago, she decided to go to a strip club for the very first time. I was stoked! I’ve only been to a strip club once and because of the slight experience I have I felt obligated to take her under my wing and show her the slopes. She and I met up with a few friends and together, entered a whole new world. When we arrived, first we showed the bouncer our I.D. and were seated in front of a beautiful woman already dancing and of course, naked.
When I say, “beautiful” I mean BEAUTIFUL! She was tall, long black hair, petit, and flawless. She danced around her mini stage and twirled her slim body around the pole. After ordering our drinks, we cheered her on and dropped a few dollars on her feet. Slip a few dollars on her g string as well which was below her knee. Fifteen minutes later, another stripper stepped up to the stage to dance. As we learned, they rotate around the clock and when they’re not dancing, they take their place next to a gentleman and make small conversation.
Every stripper was beautiful in their own way. I followed one dancer with my eyes and observed her. She sat next to a man with a bottle of champagne on his table. He said something in her ear and as their cheeks touched each other, they eventually made out. The rest of the strippers were either working the stage or the crowd.
While mesmerized by the naked bodies around me, I found myself asking this question: besides the money that these women make on their own stage, do they also get paid by a payroll? If there’s no payroll, does that mean they only make whatever is thrown at them? Why do this line of work? Do they have children/husband or boyfriend waiting at home? I almost asked one of the strippers but thought that maybe they would get offended.
Every woman has a choice to do whatever the hell they wanna do for a living. I just wished they didn’t choose this type of work. Not because I think its degrading or dirty. Its because I think that every woman can do better.
Over all, we had a great time. The dancers were amazing and the atmosphere was all about good vibes and positive smiles.
How many friends do you have who sincerely listens to rock or alternative music? Most of my friends listens to hip hop and R&B among other genre of music. Rock n roll doesn’t even make the list. Mainly because when someone mentions rock n roll, all one thinks about is the loud, screaming voice of the lead singer banging his head in the air, letting his hair move about to the rhythm of the music. Since when was this wrong? I for one grew up in the 90’s and rock/alternative music was all my parents listened to among other slow, meaningful songs back in the day. It saddens me that my 5 year old nephew isn’t interested in the music I listen to. Okay, of course he’s not going to like it-he’s five! But what I’m trying to do is expose him to alternative music other than the rap music he’s been introduced to (thanks to his friends at school). Not all rock n roll songs are loud and screams. There’s definitely some love songs into it with meaningful messages. I understand and can appreciate that every generation is different, but there’s definitely nothing wrong with staying the same…or at least some things anyways.