You’re outside on your patio enjoying a warm breeze, a snack, and a good book. Suddenly, a fly starts circling around you and buzzing loudly past your ear. Your citronella candle is lit and you repeatedly try to smack the fly with your swatter but it keeps getting away. It’s quiet for a couple of minutes but the pesky fly returns, determined to ruin your evening.
Ever since I can remember, I’ve always been an introvert. An introvert is someone who gains energy from being alone and is easily drained by other people. Introverts may or may not be shy (I can be shy in certain situations; I used to think that shyness was the same as being quiet).
I’ve heard people say that locs carry energy and allow you to have a sixth sense. These people usually say that they had to cut their locs off due to negative energy in their relationships, surroundings, etc.
On Tuesday 4/25/17, 16-month-old Semaj Crosby was reported missing in Joliet. Her mother stated that the child had wandered off when she was trying to jump start her stalled vehicle.
As I watched the news footage of police and neighbors combing the area, something didn’t seem right to me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. “Maybe I’m thinking too much,” I thought. “Toddlers are always running around and getting into different things; maybe she’d end up at a neighbor’s house.”
In November 2011, I had an appointment to see my therapist in downtown Chicago. After I parked my car on Clark Street, I walked toward the traffic light but didn’t cross at the corner; instead, I stood between two parked cars and waited for the traffic to clear so I could cross the street.
I had been on Facebook for several years and used it to connect with classmates/coworkers, post pics, and share various updates. Although I enjoyed “connecting” with others, it also felt overwhelming trying to like, comment, and keep up with everyone’s updates. In the past, I looked at everyone’s pics and felt like I should’ve been doing the same things they were—partying, traveling, or going on dates.
Well, well, well…so it’s finally 2017. I always look forward to the new year and what it will bring.
A few months ago (on two separate occasions), I was stunned when God revealed that I was being prideful. Pride is one of those sneaky sins that’s usually the root of a deeper issue (i.e. some people may act as if they’re superior to others but truly feel inadequate on the inside because of how others treated them in the past).
When Donald Trump announced that he was running for president, I just laughed and thought the whole idea was ludicrous. “No one will vote for him! He’s ridiculous!” I shook my head in disgust as he gained more popularity with supporters shouting “Build a wall!” and shoving others who voiced their discontent at his various rallies. But it actually happened--Donald Trump is our president now.
I spent this weekend trying to figure out how I could install an operating system on my Macbook. I had initially installed El Capitan in May after using Snow Leopard for a while but erased El Capitan from my hard drive because I wasn’t satisfied with its performance (plus I thought it caused my CD/DVD drive to stop working but the drive probably died; after all, I’ve had this computer since 2011); also, I’d read negative reviews about El Capitan and thought, “Oh no, I don’t wanna deal with that.”
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