If you haven't already heard, I was robbed this morning. A squeaky clean thief with a love of fine toiletries, filched my rather pricey shampoo, conditioner, and face wash which included a rather relaxing and effective "scrublet". After being completely flabbergasted by the situation and writing a scathing facebook status (which was both assertive and entertaining so I could get as many "likes" as possible :p),I begrudgingly accepted the fact that the pilferer was never going to return their plunder. Then I decided to write this blog and assess the state of humanity which I have decided is as disheartening as cardiac arrest.
Once upon a time a man named Henry David Thoreau went to a pond named Walden and wrote a really boring book about living all alone in the northern wilderness with nothing but a pond with a charming name and a bean field. And even though the book is about as thrilling as watching grass grow and red ants battle each other for a grasshopper carcass, Thoreau managed to make one really valid point-people only steal because they are without. He believed if everyone had all of the same things and lived in the same social class, we would not only be communists, we would eradicate the art of thievery because no one would be left wanting.
It was this tid bit of philosophy that I attempted to use to understand why someone would take, not my entire shower basket complete with wash cloth, razor, and body wash, but simply my "big sexy curls" haircare products and blemish controlling foam. This is my conclusion:
I don't care if they had flat hair and zits and wanted sexy curls and blemish free skin, we are not at Walden pond, we are not communists, and I want my freaking stuff back :) Ground breaking right? I thought so.
So to everyone out there, just know that we no longer live in a world where you can leave your windows open and doors unlocked. You can't let your kids run wild until the street lights come on, and you most certainly cannot leave your shower caddy in a college bathroom. Because Car, Kids, or beauty products, if it's not nailed down, someone will take it and, like that hilarious and no famous black man on Youtube says, "they rapein' errbody out here" so do as he says and "hide ya kids, hide ya wife, and hide ya husbands too".
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes
It is 3:00 in the morning and I'm trying to think of extremely intelligent and witty things to say to the hundreds of people who have been reading my blog. It tickles me positively pink that you're all out there, curious tourists visiting the ruins of my mind, wearing socks with your sandals and ridiculous hats made of straw that you will never wear again after the trip is over. It will however, sit in the back of your closet collecting dust next to fur coat you inherited from your great aunt Eunice but can't actually wear because the world will call you a murderer even though you don't own a club and have never been within bludgeoning distance of a baby seal. But the truth is, it's way to early in the morning to be clever so I'm just going to stop trying so hard and come out with it- I really don't think we should have to grow up.
Little kids dream. They dream all the time without boundaries. They may not be able to read, or write, or color between the lines, but by Golly they are going to grow up and become an Astronaut if it kills them. And the great thing is, they don't stop dreaming. They don't stop dreaming until they graduate from college and suddenly, even though they can read, and write, and even color between the lines, they're not smart enough to become an Astronaut. Not even with an engineering degree from the best school in the world....
Why? Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we throw away our dreams when we get older or eventually refuse to dream at all? Why do we let ourselves slip into the mundane rat race of life after working so hard to make the little kid inside of us proud?
I've heard people say that they let their dreams die because they got new dreams. Dreams of picket fences and baby carriages, and as long as they're happy, I don't see the problem. After all, I've known people that all they've ever wanted to do was become a parent, but what about everyone else who fell into a cold hard reality by default. Those who were told, or imagined, that their dreams were just too big, that they should set the bar a little lower because otherwise, they'll just be disappointed? I don't see many of those people with smiles on their faces and songs in their hearts.
So here it is, the Peter Pan cure to hopelessness, refuse to grow up. Dream, imagine, create, develop, plan, scheme, plot-just don't settle for safe. I know it's a lot easier said than done, but we really do live this life once. Why not do it up right? Why not shoot for the stars and not stop until you're out of the Milky Way? Personally, I see no reason not to want it all and then go back for more, especially because I'd rather die knowing that I lived the dream, than die dreaming of how I could have lived.
Little kids dream. They dream all the time without boundaries. They may not be able to read, or write, or color between the lines, but by Golly they are going to grow up and become an Astronaut if it kills them. And the great thing is, they don't stop dreaming. They don't stop dreaming until they graduate from college and suddenly, even though they can read, and write, and even color between the lines, they're not smart enough to become an Astronaut. Not even with an engineering degree from the best school in the world....
Why? Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we throw away our dreams when we get older or eventually refuse to dream at all? Why do we let ourselves slip into the mundane rat race of life after working so hard to make the little kid inside of us proud?
I've heard people say that they let their dreams die because they got new dreams. Dreams of picket fences and baby carriages, and as long as they're happy, I don't see the problem. After all, I've known people that all they've ever wanted to do was become a parent, but what about everyone else who fell into a cold hard reality by default. Those who were told, or imagined, that their dreams were just too big, that they should set the bar a little lower because otherwise, they'll just be disappointed? I don't see many of those people with smiles on their faces and songs in their hearts.
So here it is, the Peter Pan cure to hopelessness, refuse to grow up. Dream, imagine, create, develop, plan, scheme, plot-just don't settle for safe. I know it's a lot easier said than done, but we really do live this life once. Why not do it up right? Why not shoot for the stars and not stop until you're out of the Milky Way? Personally, I see no reason not to want it all and then go back for more, especially because I'd rather die knowing that I lived the dream, than die dreaming of how I could have lived.
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