Blog Challenge: Day 5 of 60..

Day: 5   The world would be a better place if we could just…

                     “…Have the power to let power go…” – – – Kanye

Let’s face it, everyone wants to be in control of something or someone, sometimes even both. In reality though,  alot of things and situations are out of an individuals control. Some situations are just meant to be lessons, and tools for growth. Micro-managing and attempting to regulate things above a certain threshold  in order to maintain control can be often times be detrimental. Not just harmful to the person who can’t relax, but also to the surrounding people who are forced to cater to the “controller”. It’s a never ending cycle of insanity. It’s takes a strong person to be able to sit back and allow situations to just happen naturally. It takes no effort at all to be a damn control freak. Although letting power go has its good sides, it can also be a person’s downfall if they exert an excess amount of it. Some people get a little too carried away with this concept.

I digress, listed are a  few reasons why the world would be a better place if people could just have the power to let power go….

The divorce rate would be alot lower in America.

Alot of people truly believe that giving up some sort of power or control over their lives means that are ultimately being weak, or less than. The problem with alot of marriages nowadays is that people jump like cracked out base jumpers into them with both people having the inital intentions of being the “chief”. It’s important to accept the fact that sometimes its okay to trust in others enough to not want to have sole power or control over them. I’m not married..So I don’t know how these things work.

The Government would be alot more efficient and proactive.

Another case of tooooooo many damn Chiefs and not enough Indians. Everyone wants to use their power to make changes in policy. More good than bad…almost all without foresight. Why are we in a damn recession? oh yea….no one man should have all that power. Period.

The troops would be home with their OWN families.

We are basically playing a tug of war game with the Middle East. The lives of the powerless are on the lines while the ones with all the power are at home eating popcorn and watching movies with the kiddies. #Whenkeepingitrealgoeswrong .

There would be more schools in America than prisons.  

Long, long ago in a land  far away, someone with a ridiculous amount of power decided that it would be more beneficial for society if they just invested all of their money, hopes, and dreams into the American prison system. In essence, it seems alot more beneficial for someone with power to control those in prison than it is to predict the success rate of a brand new school. Instead of looking into the future, some would just rather bank on others failures. I feel motivated to be raising a child in this generation, how about you?

No one man should have all that power
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power
‘Til then, f-ck that, the World’s ours

                                                                  “Power”

Blog Challenge: Day 4 of 60…

A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.

                                                                  Busboys and Poets : 14th and Vst location

I fell in love with you from the moment  I saw you. The way you smelled of fresh baked bread. Your massive size. Mostimportantly, the beautiful words you spoke into my heart and made me melt. I have never found another to replace you, and I doubt I ever will…..

….but I digress….

This place truly has it all, an extensive bookstore, a huge bar, comfy couches, tables for studying mens, intimate booths….and more importantly….the infamous Langston Hughes Room. This particular room is best known for the holding place of 11th Hour Poetry Slam and 9 on the 9th Open Mic Night among various other events and fundraisers. I was actually invited here over a year ago by some friends who had read about it in the Washington Post and wanted to check it out to see what all the hype was about. I walked away that night feeling like I had just had the best chex ever. In life. EVER. The atmosphere here is awesome, the people are wholesome and friendly and sexy, and the food was freaking AMAZING! ( try the salmon!)I had never been to a Open Mic before this particular night, and had honestly been enlightened to a whole new lifestyle. The people that were on the stage were pouring their hearts and souls out in a public forum without caution. Kanye.

It was thoroughly inspiring. I have always been a lover of poetry and the arts, and this just gave me a reason to take what I do more seriously. Check out the site for yourself:   http://www.busboysandpoets.com/ and go to an event…it’s worth it.

Blog Challenge: Day 3 of 60

Day 3: A habit that you wish you didn’t have.

Cussing people out when I’m mad….

I can’t explain why I do it. I can’t even give a valid reason why it started. But I do know it’s a habit that needs to be broken quickly. Not only is it unhealthy, but its ugly, vicious, and immature. I know that if I know all these things I have more than enough reasons to stop, I’m not ignorant. The crazy thing, is that when I get angry, I feel like I “black- out”. My words take over and my mind stops thinking. There have been so many situations where I’ve cussed someone out and after the situation is over I cry, not because I feel pain…but because I realize the pain I cause in others because of the things that I spew at them. My parents have always told me that it’s okay to be mad at people, and its acceptable to express disagreement with the things someone has done or said…but it’s never okay to verbally abuse someone. I’ve ended friendships, relationships, and opportunities because of my inability to control my temper. I guess the first step to solving a problem is admitting that you have a problem in the first place. And to anyone reading this that I’ve ever cussed out…I’m sorry. I deeply regret reverting back to elementary school in order to get my point across. If I could take it back, I would.

Blog Challenge: Day 2 of 60….

Day 2: The meaning behind your blog name

 

Black = The color of my beautiful skin.

Girl = My gender.

Outer Space = Where my train of thought usually is.

I was sitting one night, thinking about the possible names I would use as my “blogging signature”. At that particular time nothing really striked me as something that I could potentially be stuck with on my site for an extended period of time. People always have names that mean something significant to them or hold some sort of importance in their lives’ in someway. I just couldn’t find it. Then it dawned on me, the key was to think of what I wanted my blog to portray to the rest of the internet world. My mindset has always been that to think outside of the box. Even as a little girl growing up, I could never contain the thoughts in my head. The lightbulb went off. I’m black, I’m a girl. My thinking….outer damn space. So……here we sit… enjoy.

Black Girl Rant #6: Like Crabs In A Bucket..

..some would rather kill themselves trying to keep others down, rather than to use that same effort to try to claw to the top with them. A shame.

I was just recently talking to a guy that I had met about 2 years ago. Of course the situation started out great, we just meshed. Or so it seemed. He turned out to be the most draining, needy, and manipulative individual I had ever met in my life. The crazy thing about the situation though was that I just couldn’t seem to leave him alone. He was such a parasite, and I knew it, but I just couldn’t pull myself away from the situation. I couldn’t let it go until finally he said to me over the phone…

I do just enough to keep you around. You’re a really good girl, but you know I ain’t ready to be in a relationship right now…I know I’m fucked up, but I don’t want you to go and find someone else…

o_O    really ninja?

That’s what’s hot in the streets?

Not only did this ignorant ass negroe not want to commit to me, he also was full of sh!t and knew it, AND he didn’t want me to meet someone a real man who would treat me right. Some people have the audacity to believe that their own emotional baggage is more important than anything else in their life, and is important to others as well. He made me laugh that day, and everyday after that. I promptly erased his number and suggested that he never call me again. Not in those words, but you get the point.  No one is ever worth giving up your happiness, you should never give anyone the power to pull you down to their negative level. It took me awhile to realize certain things, but I’m glad I eventually learned. Misery loves company….and when it knocks, I try not to be home.

Blog Challenge: Day 1 of 60….

Day 1:  16 Interesting Facts About Yourself…

1. I love to paint.

2. I have slight OCD when it comes to my handwriting. It has to be a certain type of pen, and a certain texture of  paper in order for me to feel comfortable writing. #kanyeshrug I do what I want.

3. I believe in “happily ever after”.

4. I pretend to not care about people, because deep inside I care too much.

5. I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt even when I know they are doing effed up stuff.

6. I love FOOD. Not eating when i’m hungry makes me extremely mad. I am capable of potentially turning into the hulk. 

7. I have a horrible temper.

8. I hate being judged. We are all human, not GOD.  

9. I despise hypocrites and people who agree with them, cosign them, or mimic what they do.

10. Deep inside I am A HUGE nerd. (Pocket protector and all. )

11. I pretend to be a bully, so that the real bullies won’t pick on me.

12. I have very old fashioned ideals when it comes to relationships.

13. I have never cheated in a relationship.

14.  I am honest to the point of being too aggressive. 

15. I have been told I should smile more.o_O

16. I did not vote for Obama. and what?

           

Day 60: 60 Day Challenge…

So, after reading so many blogs on life, love, love-lives, politics, and other things that after a while bore me to my bones, I’ve decided to challenge myself. With what you ask? With the words I put on my own blog. I thought to start a 60 day challenge, to not only learn more about myself, but also to see my own growth as a writer and thinker over the next 60 days. The topics may vary, and I know the length will too, but the main point I’m trying to make is to hopefully spark creativity in myself and others. I like to think of myself as pretty descriptive writer, so the goal over the next 60 days is to pull someone/ people in and let them know ME. Not the facade I WANT people to see, but the REAL me. Uncensored, uncut, and raw. Yes, I know what you’re thinking. No, I will not be pouring my heart and soul out every single day. But I will expose a side of me that few have seen. I hope to mature a little through this challenge. At the end of the day…”I’m talkin to the man in the mirror.”

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