Take a Sip of This

Memorial Day weekend is a time dedicated to the lives of those who have taken part in American warfare, but this commemoration tends to get lost in translation as this holiday weekend is also know as "Black Bikers Week" in the Myrtle Beach, SC area; riders from every state along the east coast were well represented.
The streets were lit with a cascade of colors and beautiful brown skin tones. Bikers were in full force- doing stunts up and down Ocean Avenue, police troopers were patrolling and even a few cops on foot, and hundreds of tourists crowded onto the strip, but the group that took the cake for each and every single day this past weekend were the skeets- oh excuse me- the near naked women waltzing up and down the city sidewalks. I was surprised nobody was arrested for indecent exposure, because those chicks had absolutely no clothes on- a lace thong and crocheted bra should not be your ensemble for an evening on the town! What can I say though- it's their decision, let them do what they wish!
The over exposed skin, motorcycles, ruthless men with video cameras, and liquor gave way to great entertainment. Men of all ages with camera phones were trekking behind young girls barely older than myself. There was so much touching and grabbing, licking, sucking, and smooching- I was shocked no one was having sex in the street, well almost no one.
I heard screams, laughs, and pants. But of all the noises and expressions given, I heard the phrase, "Take a sip of this" or "Drink this", the most. Men urged the girls to take shots with them. Take a shot- let's kiss- we're going to my hotel. And you know most of the girls were all about it! Let's say yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nothing Is As It Seems

The days are winding down and summer vacation is shortly approaching- the weather feels pretty nice... not too hot or too cool. Flowers are blooming on trees, children run after each other underneath monkey bars on mulch covered playgrounds, couples set up picnics in parks, and amidst all the beauty that this time of the year brings, I am stuck in the mindset of partial insanity.
I'm starting to realize that I see myself in a different way than other view me and vice versa. My personal problems and victories are emphasized, while the triumphs and failures of others are minimized in my mind. I can only see as far as God will let me and within my peripheral I see that what I've faced in life isn't what others conjure it up to be- only I can determine the depth of my circumstances. I've seen the lives of others and within my observation I've gathered the understanding that what seems to be so beautiful and delicate on the surface could really be crumbling from decay on the inside. Whether it be simple perception or complicated relationships, what you see happening in the lives/ to the lives of other individuals is not at all what you had imagined it to be.

Damaged

I know I'm kind of strange to you sometimes. I don't even know who I am most of the time. I'm so much to manage, but I hope you understand it's nothing personal. I don't always say what's on my mind and sometimes I'm completely petrified by life. Living is a big cycle, consisting of three major themes: success, misfortune, and simplicity. I've noticed that these three themes have deemed themselves consistent in my life. I'm hit with each of these basic foundations, but not always in the same order.
Facing reality means that I must deal with the ups and downs that outline my everyday. It's only been recently that I've come to this conclusion. I'm beginning to fully understand how to develop my life into what I want it to be. I'm steadily learning to make my ideas and feelings concrete. It will definitely take some time though. I know not to let what has happened in the past hinder my present and future, but I can't help but feel difficult to handle... part of me feels damaged and unable to be repaired.