Tuesday, April 28, 2015

ALL #BlackLivesMatter

'There is no doubt that history is repeating itself. I am just shocked that I am living to experience it.

Unless you have been living underneath a rock, the chaos and riots of Baltimore, Maryland are all you've been hearing about for the past week. Following the untimely death of Freddie Gray, citizens are demonstrating what they consider justice in response. Buildings are set on fire, stores are looted, cars set on fire... And of course, the streets are not safe for children to even attend school. Currently (as of 04/28/15) there is a curfew being initiated to prevent further damage and uproar.

I have key two concerns, questions, whatever you choose to consider them..

1. Why aren't we talking about Freddie Gray any longer?

2. Are we witnessing a continuous stream of interconnected social incidents, or are they cases under a grand magnifying glass?

Let me explain...

I understand that the [Black] community is furious about all of the latest unjust rulings in the killings of African-Americans. I get that. I understand that something must be done to demonstrate #BlackLivesMatter. I get that too. But what I don't get is how these riots and violence against the law enforcement will give a second life to Freddie Gray. By going into the streets and destroying property, it's only causing more pain and anguish for the city and especially for the loved ones of Gray. His family does not want the violence of Baltimore to be the nation's concern, but for the justice to be served in memory of their beloved son, brother, cousin, etc.

And now...

From the Trayvon Martin case to the Mike Brown case to Freddie Gray (and ALLLLLLL those in between), my greatest concern is what exactly we're experiencing as a nation. Are all of these incidents individual cases that are being spotlighted because of the continuous stream of them? Or are we now simply paying attention to the social injustice happening every single day? My fear is that it's the latter. These are not isolated incidents that just happen. Just happen because someone was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Just happen because someone pulled their gun instead of their tazer. Just happen because someone felt threatened. These are collective examples of injustice that happen every day, possibly in every city, with everyday people. There are so many more Trayvon Martins, Mike Browns, and Freddie Grays that we don't even know about.

And that's the really frightening part. 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

I Need Some More Batteries.

I'm beat.

The struggle could not be anymore real right now. Between writing last minute papers for school, preparing for the Kentucky Derby at work, making hurried plans for the summer, and trying to maintain my non-existent social life, I have no time for myself lately. 

Unless you wanna count eating. And sleeping. But those are strictly for survival, not pleasure. 

Whether you're a senior, freshman, or anything in between, the last few days (for some, weeks) of the Spring semester are the HARDEST to get through. It's like you're cruising through the semester all willy-nilly not worrrying about a thing and then...


 Midterms arrive and it's all uphill from there. Thankfully, my school has chosen to end the semester earlier than most schools and the last day of classes is tomorrow. Yassssssss, I said tomorrow!

Indeed, I still have to work after classes end but at least I can have a mental break before finals start. Yes, I'm a 20-something full of vigor and ready to tackle life head on with no hesitation each and every day sometimes. I have more than enough time to accomplish everything I need to do every day some days. Who has time to complain with all the energy I have left?

But no, seriously. I need a friggin nap. 

Friday, April 17, 2015

I'm a Loner, I'm a Loner, I'm a Loner.

It's been brought to my attention time and time again that I am a loner.

As if any loner needs to be reminded of that.

People around me always comment that I keep to myself or that I don't socialize enough--whatever is considered "enough" by social standards. But what they fail to realize is that it's not always necessarily a choice.

I am an introvert and I LOVE my introversion. It provides me with a sense of comfort in my own skin, being able to withdraw and open myself up to my own thoughts. I constantly crave insight and as one with an introverted personality, I always satisfy that desire. It's quite fulfilling. However, sometimes it can lead to a great deal of loneliness. So much time spent prodding the pits of my own mind leaves very little opportunities to interact and socialize with the outside world. I become secluded, isolated even. Not necessarily because I choose to be that way, but because due to my introverted personality, I haven't just yet learned how not to be. There are no classes (that I'm aware of) that educates one on how to be popular, how to attract people, or on how to avoid your own introverted tendencies. 

For this moment, I designate myself as a spokesperson for the introverted community by saying it's possible for us to get lonely too. Yes, most of the time we choose to be alone. Yes, most of the time we would much rather enjoy our own company than that of someone else. But, there comes moments when we crave social interaction--maybe just on a smaller scale. The average extrovert may view a Saturday night full of bar hopping and dancing as the ideal way to socialize. But for someone like myself, it may just involve the company of 1 or 2 people. It doesn't have to be in public (actually, preferably NOT in public) and it most certainly doesn't have to involve a set activity. Perhaps we can just talk. Exchange pleasantries. Share events of the day. And quite possibly delve into a very interesting, thought-provoking conversation about life and stuff. That's always cool. 

We introverts aren't hard to please. We don't need much. But what we do need, we need in our own way. 

Tuesday, April 14, 2015



As much as I hate the trending use of this word, it is simply the only way I can describe my attitude lately. The more life seems to hands me its a** to kiss, the more motivated I become. 

I am a student of Kentucky (of all places) now and have been for nearly a year now. I moved from Georgia last year to further my education and basically attempt to get my life together. Which, I have done thankyouverymuch. Somewhat. Even though I have been living in this new state for over 1 year, I was just recently informed that I'm still not considered a Kentucky resident. So, as a student my tuition for the school I'm applying to will be 3x as much as the normal residential student. 

Mind you, this does not include the additional room & board costs as well. I can attempt to appeal this decision but the chances of it being redeemed are slim to none. Supposedly there are certain adult things I'm supposed to do to demonstrate my efforts to become a long-term resident of Kentucky now. 

Should I stay and accept the tuition 3x as much or just return home for a college with more reasonable prices?

Friday, April 10, 2015

I am blogging, for the 99756456497th time.

I have been inspired. 

While watching over the shoulder of a friend who is developing his own blog (www.humoredin.com),  I was spontaneously motivated to create my own. Again. I have had several blogs over the years, most of which may or may not still be floating along someplace in cyberspace. (Feel free to search for them if you'd like.)

But this one shall be a success! I hope.

I don't want to simply write, but to engage. To interact with others-my readers-and see what they like or dislike. What do we have in common? Can they relate to me on any level? And a host of other meaningful questions I'd love to ask complete strangers on the Internet. 

This is gonna be FUN!