Life, religion & insomnia

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, or even written for
that matter. Happy new year make 2011 a better year than 2010. Maybe the key is changing the way you define better…anyway, poem…

I’m the opposite of tired
5am wide awake I’m wired
No drugs or alcohol only conversation
Thank God what a blessing mental stimulation.
I preach happiness but will I reach happiness…Twice?
The risks we take in this treacherous life.
I smile, walking in without fear of what I’ll find.
Knowing only one thing, everything I know will be left behind.
Diamond in the ruff but will I shine?
More importantly can I still shine and be the type of person that I have in mind.
Time, the only gift. Change, the only shift.
Working next to the devil, those graveyard hours
With a smile on my face because God is perched in my lookout towers
Faith, only in his plan
I know now that certain things I was destined to
understand.

SMILE

Why do crazy things happen at parties and the next day we talk about the experience like it was the best time of our lives? The “crazy” occurences aren’t at all crazy; they’re actually quite predictable. You get too drunk and loss your inhibitions. You feel free to piss off a balcony or sleep with whom ever you like. You fight with someone over something unimportant. You pass out and your friends draw disfigured nut sacks on your face. These things happen everyday. Just checkout the nearest facebook album. The evidence is there.

So why then do we walk through life frowning upset and frustrated all the time when “the party” is going on around us all the time, where real crazy things are really happening. Babies are dying. Your grandma is now a dope lady because Medicare pays. “reality” rules the airwaves and we go to college just to graduate and get a job in customer service. That’s a wild night… morning and afternoon, everyday. I say smile because life is the greatest party of all.

Sex Rules

By now I’m sure you are starting to notice a trend in my topics of discussion. Well this Saturday evening is no different. While I was reading a copy of Glamour someone left on a counter, I became inspired once again to write…about sex.

Speaking from a woman’s perspective, most of us have them. What? Sex rules or stipulations that must be met before we give up the goodies; whether it be marriage or simply knowing someones name (Another common feature of my blog: going against the consensus in 3…2…1…). I don’t, not exactly so I’ll explain. About a year ago while already in a “soul-searching” stage, after experiencing a situation that was more drama than necessary, and being just pretty much fed up with men on all levels I decided I needed to abolish my sex rules. In doing this, combined with my decision to give any man (boy) a shot, I developed sort of an anti-rule system. Basically, I would date/talk to someone until the first instance that they did something I didn’t like. I dated, talked to, entertained more men then I can or care to remember in half a years time and in those 6 months I only got some once. (super x 10) but I wasn’t actually unhappy, frustrated as hell but I learned so much.

Here are the favorites of my antirules:

• being approached with ‘Ay shawty’ or the likes
• trying to hang out your house as a first date
• lying…about anything. Totally unacceptable (including but not limited to failing to do the things you say you will do)
• texting me when I specially ask you to call
• feeling entitled

All that to say, now my friends think I’m a bitch to guys what do you all think?