Random Thoughts: What’s going on…


There is so much going on in the world, in the United States where I live, a ton has to do with the murders of black women and men by police, and racial extremist (terrorist).

It’s extremely disheartening and I try not to over think it because I’m an extremely sensitive person, I’m what some would call an “emotional empath”, which in a nutshell means I’m hypersensitive to the emotions and energy of other people. As you could imagine the news is emotionally draining for me, I try to stay away from it but with this age of social media there is no real way to completely get around it.

A lot of things I don’t understand, like why are some people so hell-bent on objecting to the #blacklivesmatter movement, I’m sorry but in this country there is clear history of some whites taking it upon themselves to eradicate the land of black people. The killing of black people is and will continue to be an epidemic until WE ALL come together to make sure it ends. It’s not a black people problem, it’s an ALL people problem. If it’s not racist vigilantes, it’s the police, and some ignorant people make statements like “oh they’re going to pull the black card” well if racist people didn’t create racism against blacks there would be no such thing as the “black card”.

I don’t even want to touch the whole debate over the confederate flag and how people don’t understand the symbolism of the flag, it is a reminder of oppression and inequality for blacks. IMO saying its “southern pride” is a bunch of bullshit. If you know history you know the south seceded from the north because they wanted to continue owning black people, so fuck outta here with the bullshit you’re trying to feed me.

I’m tired of trying to find the good in people, I’m learning that people I thought were in my life because they genuinely wanted to know me really weren’t. And it bummed me out for a while and I started to second guess myself and wonder what was wrong with me. I realized hurt people are incapable of loving someone when they don’t know how to love. I feel like I’m always captain “save a hoe” when it comes to people I love, going out my way to make sure they are ok and genuinely being a cheerleader for them, lending myself in any way that I can and not realizing that there is no reciprocity.

I’m getting older and that’s scary, I think about life after death, where does my life force go next. I’m not religious I don’t believe in heaven or hell so those are not options for me, which leaves me feeling kind of empty. I’m learning, thanks to hubby that I shouldn’t worry about things I have no control over and appreciate my life as it is every day.

I miss wine, I’ve been trying to fine tune my eating habits and that means no alcohol.

I think I’m suffering from Alopecia Areata, I won’t know for sure until I go back to the dermatologist, its kind of rough I have a bald spot on each temple, it’s messing with my confidence so I’m wearing wigs more.

I feel like I need to be more social and spontaneous, It’s super hard because I love being home with my family, I enjoy the comfort of my home, feeling safe with the people I know for certain love me.

Any random thoughts you guys want to share? What’s going on with you guys?



Immature? I think Not.


Anytime I have experience being labeled/called immature, it was always used as a negative connotation towards my “lack” of development in some way or another, more so related to “acting ones age”(whatever the hell that’s suppose to mean).

I mean I get it the word immature basically means lacking/under development of some sort, whether it be physically or emotionally. But since when did enjoying children’s cartoons, video games or anything that isn’t “age appropriate” for adults equate to immaturity?

Why does getting older always mean to some people acting like the joy snatching old lady that lived on everyone’s block growing up? Why do I suddenly have to become a joyless drone, only entertained by “old” people shit?

I can sit and watch a marathon of Teen Titans with my kids and be fully entertained, just as I can sit and converse about the climatic impact our consumption of natural resources is having on our planet. One doesn’t negate the other, so why must I choose to always “act” like an adult just because I’m thirty-five years young? I enjoy blowing bubbles, laughing at my seven-year old when he belches or passes gas unexpectedly while dancing to a commercial he’s watching on television. Why does the enjoyment of those things make me immature?

Will Ferrell got it right “Immature is a word boring people use to describe fun people”, stop taking life and yourself so damn serious and have some fun already.