I love the form my hand takes when it holds a pencil and writes. It's not a normal position compared to the standard. I rest my pencil tip on the ring finger instead of the middle finger which causes my pointer to rest on my thumb, baring it down on the pencil's staff. It's not the ideal position for writing over a long period of time, such as for writing notes. It causes a small bump on my ring finger right next to the bottom of my nail. It makes my skin there smooth and it even causes my nail to grow an indent because I write so much.
Writing with a pencil and paper feels primal and form-fitting to my hand. It's natural and deep-rooted into my biology. I love that writing is unique to each person both in form and content. Writing has been on stones and parchment and scrolls and just about anything that can be written on. It brings us together as an earth. We know what our history is because someone wrote it down. Call me old fashioned, but I love writing something down way more than typing it down. I like reading an actual book more than on a Kindle, but that's a whole other story.
With technology growing, I hope we never lose the artistry of writing our thoughts down on paper. Your handwriting, and habits, and the way you hold the pen/pencil, and the mistakes, and the white-out, and the eraser shavings...all of it make writing individualized. It's personal. I would much rather receive a handwritten love letter than a typed one. It's more romantic and thoughtful.
So readers, write something down on a post-it and share it with your loved one. Write them a love letter. Jot down all your little notes you have to remember throughout the day. Leave yourself notes of inspiration. Write it all down and save it so that the next generation knows a little bit about us other than we knew how to type.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Nut Up or Shut Up (Motivation)
My professor last year in my Psychology class for children with exceptionalities taught me lessons I could apply to my life, not just things I could apply to my major. One of the things she taught me was the difference between being intelligent and being smart. She said, "Being intelligent is waking up every morning with a fifth of vodka and smoking a joint or two then walking to class, not having studied or shown up to all the classes or even opened the book, and taking the final exam and getting 100%. That's intelligence. Being smart is setting aside a couple of hours after school to study for the upcoming test that's in two weeks. It's making flashcards. It's buying other books to help you with the subject. It's making appointments with your teachers to ask questions about the material. You don't have to initially know all of the material before walking into class to be smart. You have to work your ass off and study any way that helps you get an A and absorb the material. That's being smart."
In high school, I was just intelligent. I never tried. Putting in effort to do the homework seemed monotonous and dull. Even pointless. I'd test well or do just enough work to get by. I'd wake up early to write a paper just minutes before my classes. Or I would finish it during class. When I started at Washtenaw, I put in a little more effort, but only because my parents were helping paying for it. Working only one part-time job with no extracurriculars made me bored. When I sit at home with nothing to do, I never think to myself that doing homework would be a good idea. When I sit at home with nothing to do, sitting at home sounds like a good idea. That's when I got a second job. At my retail job, I started working 35-39 hours a week, plus I took a couple more classes and still worked at the hair salon. Suddenly I had to do my homework when I was sitting at home. It was a rare time. The two hours I had to myself went to schoolwork.
Keeping busy is one way I gained motivation, but I still just float by doing the minimum to get an A- or B+. Average. One thing I hate about myself is that I'm mediocre at things. But, in my defense, it's a lot of things. I'm okay at playing the piano, I'm okay at driving, I'm okay at video games, I'm okay at math, I'm okay in science, I'm okay in social studies, I'm okay at reading, I'm okay graphic design--I'm okay at being okay. That's not okay! I want to have a passion toward something, I want to be great! Exceptional even! I know I'm great at communication and customer service, and writing. It's high time I light the fire under my butt and aim for the sky.
I say this every semester. "This semester, I'm going to finish my homework the day it's given out and study weeks in advance for tests." That never really happens. I make excuses and put it all off then just slide by. Not this time. I'm starting at Eastern this year and turning a new leaf. No more lying to myself. This is make it or break it time. I've been thinking about entering the honors program and forcing myself into motivation. I'm going to start looking into the study abroad programs and basically, I'm going to finally take initiative. No more slacking. I took two days off my work schedule and I'm going that will give me the perfect balance between work, school, and rest. I plan on getting in a routine so my sleep pattern isn't off. Eastern gave me a planner, it's like they knew! Watch out world! A new English teacher is in town, kicking ass and taking names. :)
In high school, I was just intelligent. I never tried. Putting in effort to do the homework seemed monotonous and dull. Even pointless. I'd test well or do just enough work to get by. I'd wake up early to write a paper just minutes before my classes. Or I would finish it during class. When I started at Washtenaw, I put in a little more effort, but only because my parents were helping paying for it. Working only one part-time job with no extracurriculars made me bored. When I sit at home with nothing to do, I never think to myself that doing homework would be a good idea. When I sit at home with nothing to do, sitting at home sounds like a good idea. That's when I got a second job. At my retail job, I started working 35-39 hours a week, plus I took a couple more classes and still worked at the hair salon. Suddenly I had to do my homework when I was sitting at home. It was a rare time. The two hours I had to myself went to schoolwork.
Keeping busy is one way I gained motivation, but I still just float by doing the minimum to get an A- or B+. Average. One thing I hate about myself is that I'm mediocre at things. But, in my defense, it's a lot of things. I'm okay at playing the piano, I'm okay at driving, I'm okay at video games, I'm okay at math, I'm okay in science, I'm okay in social studies, I'm okay at reading, I'm okay graphic design--I'm okay at being okay. That's not okay! I want to have a passion toward something, I want to be great! Exceptional even! I know I'm great at communication and customer service, and writing. It's high time I light the fire under my butt and aim for the sky.
I say this every semester. "This semester, I'm going to finish my homework the day it's given out and study weeks in advance for tests." That never really happens. I make excuses and put it all off then just slide by. Not this time. I'm starting at Eastern this year and turning a new leaf. No more lying to myself. This is make it or break it time. I've been thinking about entering the honors program and forcing myself into motivation. I'm going to start looking into the study abroad programs and basically, I'm going to finally take initiative. No more slacking. I took two days off my work schedule and I'm going that will give me the perfect balance between work, school, and rest. I plan on getting in a routine so my sleep pattern isn't off. Eastern gave me a planner, it's like they knew! Watch out world! A new English teacher is in town, kicking ass and taking names. :)
Thursday, August 11, 2011
The Thing About Beauty
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
...Bullshit.
It certainly is not. Beauty comes from within. Some aspects of beauty are not seen with an eye at all. Beauty is courage. It's the courage to be bold, to be different, to be insightful, to be poised, to be charming, to be creative, to be graceful, to be empathetic, to be clever. It's something not everyone can pull off. I do think everyone has beauty in them. Whether in their looks or in their heart, but the trouble is that most are afraid to tap into it and spill it out for everyone to see.
Beauty is something that isn't black and white, even though the media would have you believe so. It's grey and up for interpretation, but the truly, it's how you interpret yourself. I've seen girls with burlap sacks for clothing shine above other people by their actions and good spirit. Heck, women who cover themselves from head to toe in black wraps showing only their eyes can be gorgeous by the things they say and the smiles in their only their eyes. It's not about the perfect beach body or looking great in anything you try on, although that can be part of it. Beauty becomes a part of your personality at one point after you utilize it on a daily basis.
In elementary school, I was bullied verbally every day. I was called a "big blue blob" and other nasty things. Children are mean when they have little to no self esteem at a young age. In return, I always believed I was the ugly duckling. I remember going to the library and checking out "The Ugly Duckling" from the library on my own. When I got to the last page, I just sobbed. It was me but I hadn't grown into the swan yet. Girls stepped on my self esteem and choked it until it died. It wasn't until I reached public schools in 7th grade that I started to realize I was prettier than I thought. My friends thought my big earrings and make up was pretty and complimented me. It surged my broken self esteem with a new power and brought it back to life. Suddenly, I was popular in the sense that people really didn't seem to mind me.
When I started dating Kyle, I was told every day that I was beautiful. Of course I didn't believe him at first and thought maybe he's partially blind or something. My new college friends started to tell me I'm beautiful. My family tells me I'm beautiful. But the best thing in the world is that strangers at my work tell me I'm beautiful. I asked myself why. I'm the same person, but why is everyone just now starting to tell me? You know why? It's because you have to rock it. You own it, baby. No matter what you wear, no matter what you're feeling, you rise above and you have to believe you are beautiful. It's amazing how others will start agreeing.
It's a mind set, it really is. Confidence gives off vibes to other people (I know there are chemicals that are released, too, that people are attracted to when you are confident) and they accept you and believe you. Beauty is doing everything you do from the heart and not letting petty things get in the way of that.
So, readers, be bold, be confident, be courageous. It's your turn to smack some beauty on the table in front of you and own it!
...Bullshit.
It certainly is not. Beauty comes from within. Some aspects of beauty are not seen with an eye at all. Beauty is courage. It's the courage to be bold, to be different, to be insightful, to be poised, to be charming, to be creative, to be graceful, to be empathetic, to be clever. It's something not everyone can pull off. I do think everyone has beauty in them. Whether in their looks or in their heart, but the trouble is that most are afraid to tap into it and spill it out for everyone to see.
Beauty is something that isn't black and white, even though the media would have you believe so. It's grey and up for interpretation, but the truly, it's how you interpret yourself. I've seen girls with burlap sacks for clothing shine above other people by their actions and good spirit. Heck, women who cover themselves from head to toe in black wraps showing only their eyes can be gorgeous by the things they say and the smiles in their only their eyes. It's not about the perfect beach body or looking great in anything you try on, although that can be part of it. Beauty becomes a part of your personality at one point after you utilize it on a daily basis.
In elementary school, I was bullied verbally every day. I was called a "big blue blob" and other nasty things. Children are mean when they have little to no self esteem at a young age. In return, I always believed I was the ugly duckling. I remember going to the library and checking out "The Ugly Duckling" from the library on my own. When I got to the last page, I just sobbed. It was me but I hadn't grown into the swan yet. Girls stepped on my self esteem and choked it until it died. It wasn't until I reached public schools in 7th grade that I started to realize I was prettier than I thought. My friends thought my big earrings and make up was pretty and complimented me. It surged my broken self esteem with a new power and brought it back to life. Suddenly, I was popular in the sense that people really didn't seem to mind me.
When I started dating Kyle, I was told every day that I was beautiful. Of course I didn't believe him at first and thought maybe he's partially blind or something. My new college friends started to tell me I'm beautiful. My family tells me I'm beautiful. But the best thing in the world is that strangers at my work tell me I'm beautiful. I asked myself why. I'm the same person, but why is everyone just now starting to tell me? You know why? It's because you have to rock it. You own it, baby. No matter what you wear, no matter what you're feeling, you rise above and you have to believe you are beautiful. It's amazing how others will start agreeing.
It's a mind set, it really is. Confidence gives off vibes to other people (I know there are chemicals that are released, too, that people are attracted to when you are confident) and they accept you and believe you. Beauty is doing everything you do from the heart and not letting petty things get in the way of that.
So, readers, be bold, be confident, be courageous. It's your turn to smack some beauty on the table in front of you and own it!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Nadia
A wonderful girl who taught me a lot about life left my job to spend time with her daughter. She's worked retail for four years, something I don't ever think I could do. The funny thing is that she was the best at it. Every customer would leave her register laughing. Not just smiling, laughing. Everyone she worked with had more compliments for her than Marilyn Monroe ever received.
English isn't her first language. Nadia is from Pakistan, and came to the United States in 2005. She's happily married with a beautiful 5 year-old daughter. When I first met her, I thought she was my age, but she told me it's in her mother's genes. She took an extended vacation while I knew her to India, I believe. I can't speak for everyone, but I missed her charm and wittiness the entire time she was gone.
Speaking to coworkers, I know that she didn't just affect my life. It was all of us. They all had great things to say about her, some only working with her for a few weeks. My favorite thing was teaching her American idioms and sayings. "You go, girl. Rock it! S.O.S! That's a nice rack. Let the cat out of the bag. Spill the beans." She taught me some words from her language, too.
I found out the night she left that she writes poetry! Not only that, but as I read samples of it, I realized she's very talented. It put me to shame because I've spoken English my entire life and I can't even write poetry.
When I met her, she didn't wear a headscarf like women in her family and religion do, but when she got back from her vacation she did. Everyone in our store kept staring at her or not noticing it was her. As a generalization, whether true or false, a lot of women wearing headscarves like to bargain down prices or beg for coupons at our store and it drives us crazy. There are negative connotations to wearing the headscarf whether you agree or disagree, they are there. So instead of being ignorant, I just plainly asked her about it. She told me it's an option, not mandatory. She feels more comfortable in it and that it just feels right. It's about not letting possessions and beauty cloud your inner beauty. It's also a sign of respect and that one should wear a headscarf when in the presence of a potential partner or elder. I asked her if she would ever wear a fancier, bejewelled one like the ones I see other women wearing but she told me they're expensive and pretty much defeat the point. I'm glad I asked her. I used to think it was demeaning, but she doesn't have to even wear it if she didn't want to.
Nadia will be sorely missed at our store. She made me laugh every day we worked together. She's genuinely curious about life and people and traditions. She loves hearing about my life just as I love hearing about hers. Our conversations were always fruitful and she will always have a place in my heart. Thank you for teaching me what a pure, honest person is like, Nadia. Keep in touch, always. :)
English isn't her first language. Nadia is from Pakistan, and came to the United States in 2005. She's happily married with a beautiful 5 year-old daughter. When I first met her, I thought she was my age, but she told me it's in her mother's genes. She took an extended vacation while I knew her to India, I believe. I can't speak for everyone, but I missed her charm and wittiness the entire time she was gone.
Speaking to coworkers, I know that she didn't just affect my life. It was all of us. They all had great things to say about her, some only working with her for a few weeks. My favorite thing was teaching her American idioms and sayings. "You go, girl. Rock it! S.O.S! That's a nice rack. Let the cat out of the bag. Spill the beans." She taught me some words from her language, too.
I found out the night she left that she writes poetry! Not only that, but as I read samples of it, I realized she's very talented. It put me to shame because I've spoken English my entire life and I can't even write poetry.
When I met her, she didn't wear a headscarf like women in her family and religion do, but when she got back from her vacation she did. Everyone in our store kept staring at her or not noticing it was her. As a generalization, whether true or false, a lot of women wearing headscarves like to bargain down prices or beg for coupons at our store and it drives us crazy. There are negative connotations to wearing the headscarf whether you agree or disagree, they are there. So instead of being ignorant, I just plainly asked her about it. She told me it's an option, not mandatory. She feels more comfortable in it and that it just feels right. It's about not letting possessions and beauty cloud your inner beauty. It's also a sign of respect and that one should wear a headscarf when in the presence of a potential partner or elder. I asked her if she would ever wear a fancier, bejewelled one like the ones I see other women wearing but she told me they're expensive and pretty much defeat the point. I'm glad I asked her. I used to think it was demeaning, but she doesn't have to even wear it if she didn't want to.
Nadia will be sorely missed at our store. She made me laugh every day we worked together. She's genuinely curious about life and people and traditions. She loves hearing about my life just as I love hearing about hers. Our conversations were always fruitful and she will always have a place in my heart. Thank you for teaching me what a pure, honest person is like, Nadia. Keep in touch, always. :)
Friday, July 22, 2011
My Life's To Do List:
1. Update this blog more.
2. Write a book for me, not other people.
3. Take bartending classes and bartend.
4. Teach English in Korea.
5. Join the Peace Corps. (Start applying.)
6. Skydive.
7. Get my tattoo.
8. Spend less money on petty things and more on earrings.
9. Pay off student loans quickly.
10. Find my way back to England.
11. Figure out a nicer way to tell people I don't like them.
12. Solidify my beliefs.
13. Make turning 21 worth it.
14. Empathize with people better.
15. Complain less unless it's about getting a raise.
16. Work on making a portfolio.
17. Make someone's day at least once a day.
18. Master the art of grammar.
19. Never say the words, "I'm bored," ever again.
20. Get motivated in classes at school.
21. Eat less bread and drink less pop.
22. Eat more cookies and cream ice cream.
23. Live in a cheap house with nice things.
24. Marry for friendship and love not obligation.
25. Have children at age 30 with or without a man.
26. Get a filing cabinet.
27. Do my laundry.
28. Clean my room then trash it again.
29. Never wear Alfred Dunner clothes when I'm old. (Google image it if you don't know.)
30. Always wear mismatching flower patterns when I'm old.
31. Imitate a child's innocence as much as I can.
32. Stay young by always adding to my bucket list. (That way I never kick the bucket.)
33. Stop biting my nails.
34. Tone down my competitiveness.
35. Teach the next generation to find their own voices in writing.
36. Build my music library.
37. Dedicate a room of my future house to bookshelves and quietness.
38. Reach my goal weight with minimal effort. haha.
39. Show my children the magic in the world.
40. Cater my teaching lessons to every student in my classroom.
41. Make the word "humongous" look right in my head or stop using it.
42. Give loans to family members when I'm rich and famous with low expectations.
43. Give more presents to people.
44. Go dancing in a club.
45. Watch "Fight Club" finally.
46. Give better advice.
47. Take more risks.
48. Learn a larger vocabulary.
49. Don't take so many days of my life for granted. I'm alive, damn it!
50. Be more creative with my blog posts.
2. Write a book for me, not other people.
3. Take bartending classes and bartend.
4. Teach English in Korea.
5. Join the Peace Corps. (Start applying.)
6. Skydive.
7. Get my tattoo.
8. Spend less money on petty things and more on earrings.
9. Pay off student loans quickly.
10. Find my way back to England.
11. Figure out a nicer way to tell people I don't like them.
12. Solidify my beliefs.
13. Make turning 21 worth it.
14. Empathize with people better.
15. Complain less unless it's about getting a raise.
16. Work on making a portfolio.
17. Make someone's day at least once a day.
18. Master the art of grammar.
19. Never say the words, "I'm bored," ever again.
20. Get motivated in classes at school.
21. Eat less bread and drink less pop.
22. Eat more cookies and cream ice cream.
23. Live in a cheap house with nice things.
24. Marry for friendship and love not obligation.
25. Have children at age 30 with or without a man.
26. Get a filing cabinet.
27. Do my laundry.
28. Clean my room then trash it again.
29. Never wear Alfred Dunner clothes when I'm old. (Google image it if you don't know.)
30. Always wear mismatching flower patterns when I'm old.
31. Imitate a child's innocence as much as I can.
32. Stay young by always adding to my bucket list. (That way I never kick the bucket.)
33. Stop biting my nails.
34. Tone down my competitiveness.
35. Teach the next generation to find their own voices in writing.
36. Build my music library.
37. Dedicate a room of my future house to bookshelves and quietness.
38. Reach my goal weight with minimal effort. haha.
39. Show my children the magic in the world.
40. Cater my teaching lessons to every student in my classroom.
41. Make the word "humongous" look right in my head or stop using it.
42. Give loans to family members when I'm rich and famous with low expectations.
43. Give more presents to people.
44. Go dancing in a club.
45. Watch "Fight Club" finally.
46. Give better advice.
47. Take more risks.
48. Learn a larger vocabulary.
49. Don't take so many days of my life for granted. I'm alive, damn it!
50. Be more creative with my blog posts.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Pizza, Honking, and Giggles
So I have this amazing friend. At first sight, she comes off as abrasive and sometimes defensive. However, that's just her crusty outside (she's my cute little oreo). Inside, she's this wonderfully delicious cream-filling. She's a dessert that has sweetened my life and the way I look at things. Acting all tough, she'll mock me and joke around with me, but I know that underneath that, she sincerely cares about me. I'm flying to Los Angeles on Wednesday. Instead of saying, "Have a nice flight," she warns me that I had better text her when I get on the plane, when it takes off, and especially when I land. Same thing goes for the trip home as well.
This girl has taught me many a thing in my life in the short 6 months or so we've been friends, and I can genuinely say best of friends. I'm jealous of her passion. There's a drive in her I have never seen in a person before. A drive to overcome. Overcome hardships, laziness, over-spending, and countless other things she hates about herself (if I'm being honest, she is the strongest, hardworking woman I have ever met and she deserves to treat herself, bee tee dubs). She would jump in front of a car for her best friends. Not because that's what friends do. She would do it because she would be broken if she saw any of her friends get hurt if she didn't at least attempt to save them. It's simply astonishing how one person can put another person first in their priorities like she does with no selfishness or personal gain in her mind.
That's my introduction to her. I'm sharing all of this because today was the best holiday I ever had because of her.
My friend picked me up from work today after an especially hard day. It's 4th of July and there was a big coupon going on at my retail store. We've cut down on giving out coupons to everyone, so everyone and their sister was yelling at me for coupons. Ugh. So when she picked me up from work, I was in a huffy-puffy kind of mood. We picked up a Little Caesar's Hot-N-Ready pizza. We hadn't thought through where to eat it. She says to me, "Have I ever shown you my favorite place?"
She takes me to the pedestrian walkway over highway 94. As we started walking across, I said, "Man, this always really scares me." She looked so disappointed as she said, "But this is my favorite place...we can go if you want." (Always putting me first, God bless her.) I told her no way, I wanted to share this with her. She sat down facing the traffic coming toward us. As we open the pizza box she says, "I love waving at the traffic." At first I thought, That's really distracting to cars...what if she started an accident? She waves to the first car and they wave back, a huge smile on their face as they disappear under the bridge below us.
I look at her and she's beaming. I'm smiling, too. We start waving to every car that passes under us. Semi-trucks honk at us; they sounded like the distant horn of a train, something I didn't expect. Passengers waved at us with both hands. Truck drivers blew kisses at us. Peace signs and rock on hand gestures were thrown in sometimes as well. A lot of honking and laughing and connections from many feet away.
I looked at my friend sitting next to me on the concrete. I know why that is her favorite place. It's a place where you can make people smile and laugh. She told me that she loves to think that she just made someone's day just by waving at them and showing she cared, even if just for a few short seconds. She told me she hopes they reach their destination and say, "So, on my way here, I saw two girls waving at me over the highway. They were crazy-cool!" haha. It's a way she can finally reach hundreds of people just in an hour and a half.
This is my friend and this is why she's the most self-less person I know. I love you, Chels. :)
This girl has taught me many a thing in my life in the short 6 months or so we've been friends, and I can genuinely say best of friends. I'm jealous of her passion. There's a drive in her I have never seen in a person before. A drive to overcome. Overcome hardships, laziness, over-spending, and countless other things she hates about herself (if I'm being honest, she is the strongest, hardworking woman I have ever met and she deserves to treat herself, bee tee dubs). She would jump in front of a car for her best friends. Not because that's what friends do. She would do it because she would be broken if she saw any of her friends get hurt if she didn't at least attempt to save them. It's simply astonishing how one person can put another person first in their priorities like she does with no selfishness or personal gain in her mind.
That's my introduction to her. I'm sharing all of this because today was the best holiday I ever had because of her.
My friend picked me up from work today after an especially hard day. It's 4th of July and there was a big coupon going on at my retail store. We've cut down on giving out coupons to everyone, so everyone and their sister was yelling at me for coupons. Ugh. So when she picked me up from work, I was in a huffy-puffy kind of mood. We picked up a Little Caesar's Hot-N-Ready pizza. We hadn't thought through where to eat it. She says to me, "Have I ever shown you my favorite place?"
She takes me to the pedestrian walkway over highway 94. As we started walking across, I said, "Man, this always really scares me." She looked so disappointed as she said, "But this is my favorite place...we can go if you want." (Always putting me first, God bless her.) I told her no way, I wanted to share this with her. She sat down facing the traffic coming toward us. As we open the pizza box she says, "I love waving at the traffic." At first I thought, That's really distracting to cars...what if she started an accident? She waves to the first car and they wave back, a huge smile on their face as they disappear under the bridge below us.
I look at her and she's beaming. I'm smiling, too. We start waving to every car that passes under us. Semi-trucks honk at us; they sounded like the distant horn of a train, something I didn't expect. Passengers waved at us with both hands. Truck drivers blew kisses at us. Peace signs and rock on hand gestures were thrown in sometimes as well. A lot of honking and laughing and connections from many feet away.
I looked at my friend sitting next to me on the concrete. I know why that is her favorite place. It's a place where you can make people smile and laugh. She told me that she loves to think that she just made someone's day just by waving at them and showing she cared, even if just for a few short seconds. She told me she hopes they reach their destination and say, "So, on my way here, I saw two girls waving at me over the highway. They were crazy-cool!" haha. It's a way she can finally reach hundreds of people just in an hour and a half.
This is my friend and this is why she's the most self-less person I know. I love you, Chels. :)
Friday, July 1, 2011
Damn Kids and Their PDA
So I was walking down the escalator at work (because that's what you do, you walk. Refer to my "Fatties and Escalators" post for details) when I heard this unusual smacking. Not like someone taking their hand and smacking them across the face, but just a sweet kissing noise in rhythm. I looked up and down my escalator, but no one was there. In our store, the escalators are built next to each other so you can see the people going up as you descend downwards. Hmm, that seems redundant. Descending downwards. Oh, well, I'm leaving it because just stopping at "descend" sounds really awkward. Anyway. I looked over to my left to find an older gentleman (probably 55 judging by his greying hair and start at wrinkles) kissing his younger girlfriend/wife/hopefully-not-his-daughter. She had to be about 30 judging by her haircut and sleek body.
The two of them kissed their whole flight upstairs. The really sweet thing is that they were standing with her on the step above him, making them an equal height. Instead of just being on the same step and just turning to kiss, she was turned completely backwards smooching him. For some reason, that makes it even more sweet. They were so invested in their pecks on the lips. They never once looked down at the old woman scoffing at them or looked over to their left to see me oogling at them and smiling. It made me feel like it was true affection. It wasn't for show, fo' sho', but it was for spontaneity and love.
The old lady scoffing at the couple made me angry. What's wrong with kissing another person with your arms held around them in public? Since when is showing another human being affection wrong? I can understand PDA and how it can get really R-rated, but this was simple and sweet. It was fresh and genuine. It's most definitely wasn't disturbing anyone. I mean, it was only me and the old lady to gaze upon them. I'm trying to come up with other reasons the woman may have been perturbed but I can think of none. Jealousy? Lust for that kind of affection? Annoyance? I'm not sure.
The experience made me think of my own relationship. I'm not one for PDA. I hate kissing in public unless it's in a moment of privacy. I'll kiss his cheek when he says something cute or does something nice. We hold hands constantly. He puts his arm around me when we walk together. But never do we just kiss in public. Right on the ol' smacker. Maybe that should change. Not that I'm going to just make out with him any chance I get in front of a bunch of strangers, but maybe I should be a little more lenient with smooches and hugs. Why not? It's a way of showing emotions. It's intimate on an escalator with people on it. It's simple and old-fashioned, and I love it.
The two of them kissed their whole flight upstairs. The really sweet thing is that they were standing with her on the step above him, making them an equal height. Instead of just being on the same step and just turning to kiss, she was turned completely backwards smooching him. For some reason, that makes it even more sweet. They were so invested in their pecks on the lips. They never once looked down at the old woman scoffing at them or looked over to their left to see me oogling at them and smiling. It made me feel like it was true affection. It wasn't for show, fo' sho', but it was for spontaneity and love.
The old lady scoffing at the couple made me angry. What's wrong with kissing another person with your arms held around them in public? Since when is showing another human being affection wrong? I can understand PDA and how it can get really R-rated, but this was simple and sweet. It was fresh and genuine. It's most definitely wasn't disturbing anyone. I mean, it was only me and the old lady to gaze upon them. I'm trying to come up with other reasons the woman may have been perturbed but I can think of none. Jealousy? Lust for that kind of affection? Annoyance? I'm not sure.
The experience made me think of my own relationship. I'm not one for PDA. I hate kissing in public unless it's in a moment of privacy. I'll kiss his cheek when he says something cute or does something nice. We hold hands constantly. He puts his arm around me when we walk together. But never do we just kiss in public. Right on the ol' smacker. Maybe that should change. Not that I'm going to just make out with him any chance I get in front of a bunch of strangers, but maybe I should be a little more lenient with smooches and hugs. Why not? It's a way of showing emotions. It's intimate on an escalator with people on it. It's simple and old-fashioned, and I love it.
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