Looking at a a Bowl of Jelly Beans (and picking out the good ones)

I've decided that that people are like jelly beans. They're similarly shaped  and they may look the same on the outside but when you pick out a yellow one because you think it's lemon it could easily turn out to be popcorn. So like people, we could all look pretty similar from the outside, but it's the inside that counts. And I know it's an incredibly hackneyed phrase but it's an important one in life to always be reminded of. Lemon tastes a lot different than popcorn and while some people may be into popcorn, some aren't. It's easy to think you are picking the right shade of green from the outside, but if you don't break it open and get a little taste of it, you could be saving a booger for last all the while you think it's green apple and miss out on appreciating other flavors like cinnamon, or fruit punch. 

That Virtual Feeling

More and more I find myself extremely dissatisfied with social media sites. I pass time scrolling through them, all the way thinking of other more productive things I could be doing. I crave that physical contact. I crave the laughter shared amongst friends, the adventures, the conversations, the physical I'm actually here with you not just texting you or seeing a picture of you on Instagram. The internet isn't close enough, and I crave that closeness. I think we all do. 

Letter to that Editor

As I read the American way magazine and these gratuitous letters to the editor in a plethora of ways speaking to the genius of this idea because of the social media destroying all long depthful thought in the younger generation, I've found inspiration in the form of frustration.

 I write this letter to the editor, not to win the 100,000 miles of travel (although who wouldn't want to win that) but to speak for my own generation and the stereotypes that have taken their toll. Letter writing may be scarce, but it is not a lost art. It is practiced, perhaps in secret now, because of the lack of confidence in the younger generation being able to hold thoughts of substance. The most frustration only comes from the same use of social media and technology by the older generation. We all aren't lost to the to art of writing, we only exercise different forms of it, like spontaneous bursts of passion in 140 characters or less. 

Change of Description

Having a blog is like having one of those friends where the only thing you have in common, is one thing like a class, or a sport. So naturally, when you talk to them, you talk about your only tether, that one thing. The conversation is always of the same topic and becomes so routine, so insignificant. You sometimes forget what you tell them because none of the words have any depth anyways. Having a blog is an outlet. It gives you the ability to get your thoughts out to people while giving them the ability to stop reading if they don't like what you're saying. If they don't like what they're reading they can stop, but if they love it, it gives the writer and the reader a common tie. A topic of conversation. Nope. Not feeling that. Let me start over. 

When I first began this blog, I sought out to make it a collection of the thoughts I tended to not share. I think. I could have made this blog because I thought it would be fun as well. Okay, I don't really remember why I made this blog, but somewhere along the way something changed and this isn't what it started out to be. This blog has opened me up to sharing my writing. And through that, I've learned a lot about myself. That isn't right either. 

Basically I just wanted to say I changed the description to symbolize the blog changing me. I just wanted to say it in a more articulate way. 

The Great Hiatus

In my travels over the summer I've come to notice quite a few things I deem note worthy. In no specific order (because I'm on a plane currently and can't seem to focus my thoughts) the first would be the ladies I've had the pleasure of coming across as flight attendants. Some overly joyful at 2am reminding everyone that they are beautiful, some just giving a genuine warm smile when you say thank you, and some just being quirky human beings enjoying their job. All a little different in the way they go about their job, the way the interact with people, and the way they hold eye contact, but all.. well, old. I've yet to see a woman not so experienced in life, as a stewardess. The observation beckons me to think about the kind of pay this job gives, the hours available, the working environment, and then I come to think "what kind of person does one have to be to be a stewardess?" I ponder on how all these lovely women (two men I've seen) came to their profession. I wonder if it is in fact a dying profession, and if so- why? 

The second note worthy thought I've come across is the power of conversation with strangers. On my plane from Miami to New York, I sat next to a gentlemen sporting an Italian suit (he told me), carrying a leather briefcase, and wearing shoes that looked like pajama slippers. His appearance was quite the testament to his personality. Clean cut, profession, and then just off the wall. We talked about polo- the horse kind, politics, airport people, the lady that passed us that looked a little high, whether or not people should be allowed to drink on planes, the fact that he was a little drunk, and the wonders of Spain. The experience as a whole summed up was memorable, interesting, and refreshing. 

All in all, the great hiatus of summer is over and I'm ready to work hard this year.