If you ever actually read this blog, you’ll notice that the last week was a botched attempt at making consistent posts everyday while surviving a whirlwind of activity. I just wanna get everything done before Christmas.
(what do you hope to get?)
This is when I take a cue from Prince, and thangs get COOL.
Don’t expect an explanation.
I just want anyone who happens to be stressed out/emotionally distraught/hyperactive/unsure/anxious/pessimistic/blahblahblah/discouraged/hopeless/morose/glum/bleak/dejected/sad the opportunity to get down tonight – TO THIS.
The coming weeks before Christmas need to be tackled with the force of a freight train! What I plan to accomplish will hopefully serve to remind me that I can do anything I set my mind to.
Without getting into too much detail, it can be said that this particular project has been over 2 years in the making. It’s the beginning of it all (so to speak).
I will finish it before Christmas.
I will make it amazing.
I am writing it on here so I have no one to answer to but myself.
Think about it –Â when Lady Gaga first came out, she wasn’t THAT weird. She wasn’t really that much different than any other dance-pop chick. She even had Colby o’ Donnis on the track….do you remember him? Exactly.
As an amalgamation of all that had come before her, she became the new face of pop. Then, as her singles slowly climbed the charts and she began to infiltrate and dominate mainstream culture, she went decidedly weirder. This escalated and peaked (imo) with a memorable outfit that looked like she had just been enjoyably beaten in a basement for the last 3 days. She rocked that shit on the carpet!
Good for you Lady Gaga….you weirdness has become and enduring staple……
But what about truly weird people who don’t have a chance at ever being cool?
What about people who use unfounded techniques to justify their weirdness?
What about people who do things that appear to be weird just so they can, and not cause they’re ACTUALLY weird.
Calculated weirdness perhaps?….
But isn’t that an oxymoron? It’s like, truly insane people don’t actually know they’re insane (silence of the lambs style).
Almost like weird fashion that tries so hard to be weird, it’s not even fashionable…..or practical.
When I was between the ages of 17 – 22, I developed a thing for older women. Besides sharing an attraction, I felt like I could comfortably hang out with them and have a really good time. I also began learning information about the opposite sex that would ultimately make me a better catch for future girlfriends. They loved the fact that I was interested and willing to learn…you could say we made a excellent match (no strings attached).
I realized that just because you’re older, doesn’t mean you can’t have fun. Infact, I found 30+ women to be WAY MORE FUN than a lot of the girls I was hanging out with during that period around my age. They weren’t interested in games, and made it known that shit like that wouldn’t be tolerated (lol). In the end, I was lucky enough to share space with some females who had truly made it on their own. Women who had vision, ambition, and drive.
They taught me to be secure in myself, and that focus and determination were sexy. Honesty, compassion and communication were the most important aspects to anything, and overall gave me an appreciation for a capable and energetic female.
To explain the last 3 weeks of my life is not worth attempting. In fact, I prefer to learn from it, rather than dwell on it, and use it as the fuel to accomplish my wildest dreams.
(click for Mondays theme song)
To myself I promise:
to work harder this month then I ever have
to welcome and accept any change, while trying my best in every situation
to appreciate the circumstances I am under and be thankful how blessed I am