{{Archive: Pluck the Fruit and Taste the Pleasure}}

Monday, March 16, 2009

Pluck the Fruit and Taste the Pleasure

||Zune Says:|| Ryan Leslie - Addiction

So - I've come to this truth - Joy and Pleasure cannot coexist.
Well, rarely they do.
Typically the source of pleasure is one that should not be -
one that causes some sort of strife, anguish, or simple annoyance in the life of the receiver.
It may seem joyous at one time or another, but as the "honeymoon effect" wears off, we are forced to feel the truth. This usually takes place after a crescendo or explosion of some sort, followed by a temporary feeling of euphoria.

Once such a truth is realized - we have the option of either letting go, moving on, or continuing the quest on this course to find true pleasure. This course will more than likely lead us on an alternating path of good feelings and confusion. During the state of confusion, the cause of this pleasure has the opportunity to manipulate the mind into remaining in the situation. After that subsides, there is a moment of clarity - but we are too stunned by manipulation to take heed.

Until that one day comes along when the pleasure source f*cks up and causes extreme turmoil for the subject. Then it's time to kick this habit to the curb. Forever.

Or until the need arises again...

Whichever comes first.

I thought of it while listening to a symphony piece in Music class today.
If I don't write these things down fast enough, some of the words get lost in translation. I know what I mean, lol - most of you will, too... Definitely open for interpretation - apply it how it fits.

I re-posted this because it's so reccurrent in our daily lives. I feel like when I'm off a certain situation, one of my friends start going through it, or vice-versa. At some point in that phase of our lives, we have to draw the conclusion that we cannot have our cake and eat it too - well at least, not all the time. If something makes you unhappy but feels good to you - you have to decide which of the two effects are more important to you. If you are willing to sacrifice your sanity for someone's time or company, you cannot complain or be upset when they fail you or cause you pain. I learned that the hard way. Eventually, though - I decided what I required from the situation, and took control of that part of my world. I refuse to stress over things that can be controlled. If I can change it - I should, and I will. And I have.


Now, if you'll excuse me - I have the urge to stop by Starbucks and get a lemon slice and an iced green tea. Every once in a while, I indulge. Don'tJudgeMe. Later!

((Image by Scott G. Brooks))

||She Did It Again?|| The Big Chop...

Sooo - all this time I spent rejuvenating and cultivating my hair again - and I got up and cut it off.

{{Tangent: One of the managers at work's kid may have H1N1 - oh no...}}

Anyway - I've been contemplating it for months now, and I finally decided to do it. All the stresses I've encountered in life lately have taken a toll on my hair - and although it may look healthy to everyone else - I just wasn't confident about it anymore. My ends were splitting, my curl pattern was off - and the blonde at the tips was stripping my hair.

So first - I decided to nourish my hair with a darker color - and I chose a nice auburn/red.
















My angry stubborn hair rejected the color after I went to treat and wash it a few days later, turning it into a lovely brownish tone.

A week after that, I was talking to my Mom about getting a cut, and she gave me the address for a salon where her co-worker went and got hers. Her co-worker's hair was past her shoulders, so if she trusted them to do her cut - I figured it was a sure bet.

I went to the salon with the idea that I was going to get a price quote and see what kind of styles they did. since my hair is unpermed, I had to make sure they could deal with my texture. When I walked in - neither of the stylists had perms, so I felt more confident in my choice. Both of them had mohawks - so I was still a bit afraid, lol.

Something in me said, "Just do it." So, after she played in my hair for a few minutes - she pulled out the shears and went at it. She also pulled out the electric shaver, which baffled me - but used it to quickly even out the back of my hair. It was in afro form, so I suppose it was more effective than scissors.

I was pleased with the end result...
















I forgot what it feels like to have no hair brushing the nape of my neck - it's so liberating! My head felt so light when I stepped out of the chair. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror that day - I feel guilty of a little narcissism, but I couldn't help it.


{{Tangent - why do older people think it's okay to look over your shoulder onto your computer screen? What happened to ettiquete?}}

It was the first move to a fresh start. I'm still getting used to the single life, and the haircut actually made me put things into perspective. It's just hair - it will grow back. Just as easily as it was grown is as easy as it can be removed. Similar to my love life - as long as it took us to get to eight years (it felt like such a short time) - we dissolved so quickly. But time heals all wounds - just like time restores hair. It'll all be back - just maybe in a different form from the last time.

Let's wait and see what happens when I wash my hair and let it air dry this week. ((eek!))

||11 Year-Old = Youngest Mother in - The World??||

I am not exactly surprised about this issue. Honestly, America and parts of Europe pretty much are one of the few countries that actually have structured laws set into place when it comes to statutory offenses and sex with "minors." Dig in...

((Via Bossip.com))

"

Kordeza Zhelyazkova, an 11 year old girl from Bulgaria, just gave birth to her daughter, making her the world’s youngest mother. Flip the hood for more on this rare story.

While Kordeza and the baby are healthy and in high spirits, Jeliazko, the 19 year old father of the child, now faces six years in jail for having sex with a minor. The father says that he was fearful and really scared when he found out Kordeza was pregnant. He says they didn’t plan to have sex or a baby although he fell in love with Kordeza the moment he laid eyes on her.

He rescued the eleven year old from bullies who were bothering her at school. After which Kordeza arranged to meet the 19 year old young man and asked him out on their first date. The father of the 19 year old says he thought the girl was 15 and didn’t tell him she was 11. Here’s what Kordeza has to say about being a mom:

‘It feels strange to be a mum and have a baby. I used to play with my toys but now she is my new toy. She is so beautiful, I love her. Violeta is the child and I must grow up. I am not going back to school – I am a mother now.’ "

According to NYDailyNews.com - Kordeza went into labor during her wedding - where she was marrying her 19 year-old boyfriend. The couple is from Bulgaria - which I know nothing about, but he will be serving a six-year sentence if charged for having sex with a minor. She got pregnant two weeks after her 11th birthday - which really throws me for a loop. The father says he thought she was 15 - I don't think that makes it much better. My sister just turned nine last month, and in two years - I just can't imagine a grown man (essentially - that's what he is) having sex with her, much less falling in love with her and getting her pregnant.

I cringe when I think about her future - no education, no knowledge of the real world - now she's stuck with a child when she's really and literally a child herself. When I was eleven years old, I was planning to dress alike with my friends at school, I was crying over my math homework that I just couldn't understand - I was still trying to figure out where a penis went.

Then I wake up, and I remember - in a lot of non-American societies, children having sex this young is a norm. Thirteen year-olds get sold/married off to much older men, far older than nineteen - and have babies by the time they're fourteen and fifteen. Who's to say that not having a child at eleven wasn't just a fluke for them? Most of those girls never go back to school, and they end up having more children - perpetuating the poverty and ignorance that plagues so many of our countries. I don't know their economic standings - but statistics have shown that poorer communities tend to have children at younger ages - so I doubt they are in the wealthy bracket.

Quite frankly, I think this is an issue simply because of its shock value. When the fifteen minutes are up, society will move on to the next oddity. I doubt anyone will follow up and see how life treats her and her family.

If she had birthed eight children, on the other hand - she would have a t.v. show by now...

Been A Long Time...

My apologies for abandoning you guys for so long - it's been like two weeks! Had a couple minor glitches in life for a second - but I'm back. Got a new netbook to play with - so now I can blog from anywhere...

New posts will be coming on this evening - so stay tuned.