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Friday, August 27, 2010

31 Days of Rants #4 ~ Dependent

Shit guys I'm really tired D:” and dependency is a big topic, I guess ill try tho.
Number 19 out of 31, Dependent.
Simply put, dependency is the sort of thing we believe we’re doing less of as we hit the high points in life. We start out AS a dependent, and become independent. Most people believe in this mentally, but there’s also that sense in finances. However, with finances, you go from being dependent to being independent, and that’s that. With mentality, it’s all the more complicated.
When we’re young, We want to turn to somebody. We need mom, dad, or big brother to help us along. We keyword NEED somebody there for us. And as we get older, we want to be leaned UPON, and not leaning on others. We become independent. Some people believe that as a sign of maturity. But its all the more foolish to believe you can be the one leaned upon, end of story. When we’re young, we lean on mom, THINKING she’s the independent. What we don’t realize is that mom leans on dad, and they lean on uncles or aunts sometimes, even their parents. We’re never really stop being dependent on others.
Those who believe they can constantly be independent, are the most foolish of all. The “ill-do-it-myself” mentality is fine given a situation, but to live that way all the time is crazy when you can’t trust ANYONE, then you’re living a sad life. People look and need to have someone lean on them, but also to find people that they themselves can lean on. We do it all the time, even when we say we don’t. I’m not afraid to say I’m dependent on people. Even small actions or the words one gives is a dependency, from mom doing my laundry to having me rant about the stupidity of something. Had I not ranted about it, I might not have felt as okay keeping it balled up. Letting people in is to depend, and trust in them. They can help, you just have to believe that they can. Sometimes you can get so dependent on someone, that you feel lost without them around. It’s not a sign of weakness, it’s something that you have to sort out in your ways. When you know they can’t be around for you, or that they can’t help you at that point and it happens at every point, you step in with that so-called independency to take over. Being independent is KNOWING how to take care of your shit. It doesn’t make you any less dependent on friends, family, or otherwise.
And if you don’t believe me, think about this. As you are within your last years of life, you revert to being a child again. You need your son or daughters to take care of you, and you need the doctor to keep you alive. Dependent until the day you die.
See yalls.
~Kayton

Thursday, August 26, 2010

31 Days of rants~ Lace

Number 16 on the rant list, lace.
I’m not even sure why or how that word is ON my list. That’s not something I think about often. More often not than often haha! Anyways. When I think of lace. I think of three things. Three different things.
The least common of these when I think of lace would be the frilly kind. That on a dress or something. It would be something id NEVER think about. Ever. I’m really not sure how this sort of word is on my list. I own maybe one shirt with a fake camisole with lace at the top, my nice orange striped collared one, but other than that I don’t deal much with lace. Ashly on the hand, I believe, should be a fanatic. Maybe im just putting that idea with the fact she loves dresses probably more than most people in the world.

The other kind of lace, is a shoe lace. I think when I was younger, I wasn’t really that great at tying my own laces. I especially had a hard time doing someone ELSES shoe laces, tying backwards into a bunny was even harder for me. Over time, because in soccer if you lost a shoe you’d have stickers in your foot and a shoe in someone’s face, my laces were reinforced with double knots and those lace covers that slipped over the middle of your shoes. They’re a lot harder to get off than to get on but as long as I didn’t lose a shoe. However, any other time, I had a terrible time with my laces. Most of the time the laces would untie themselves, and id be tripping over things and myself. I now am a fan of vans, because I don’t like to trip in the middle of the chemistry center and Bancroft goes “ I didn’t see that! Haha!” “no. no you didn’t. lol.”

Thirdly, and most abstractly, using lace as a verb. Often in Fanfiction, or maybe twilight I don’t know, does Jacob or Edward “lace their hands” with Bella? I don’t know. But often, authors use “they laced their fingers together” to mean holding hands. But, more, intimately. I myself am not a hand holder to….okay I just don’t. even in figurative terms, I’m definitely not a hand holder. But, all exceptions come in the form of steven and ford, (and the smaller neighbor amaya), and their hands always need to be held when we cross the culdesac if I’m with them. When steven was just a bit younger, I used to think of him as like Christopher robin and pooh bear, based off size difference, and he was young and didn’t know any better. He still holds my hand now, going on 5, and he asked me to be his girlfriend the other day, so Im not sure the handholding is for safety anymore. What a sly boy. At least ford can still be my Pooh bear. :3
~Kayton (three days already guys? Whoah.)

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

31 Days of Rants~ Punch

Really? XD I numbered all the 31 words and I got a random number from exit…. I think my latter numbered words suck XD
Number 29 out of 31, Punch.
There are several people in this world I’d like to punch. Not that id do it of course, I think a small slap would work, but sometimes you want to punch someone. Figuratively cuz that’s just what you WANT to feel. The satisfaction of SOMETHING connecting with them. When thoughts don’t quite work, physical connection is better than none. I cant punch OR slap anybody tho, as least not with passion. It’s not that we’re looking to harm them with our punches, most of the time, we’re looking for the opposite.
Physical affection. A lot of friends I’ve made had this idea. Instead of talking out something to them, a good punch or even a poke would be the means of our talking. When you do it, its just like a hi, but hurts XD Sometimes, I can actually BE hurt if they DON’T punch me. I think I had two main people at kerr who I did this with. Names not mentioned, one I would purposely try to kick/punch each other in the halls to say hi. For someone else, it meant who could poke each other first in the cafeteria. Yeah, those are pretty fond memories of each of those people. In middle school, much was the same, we’d poke and prod each person we knew. Not to hurt them, but as a means of hi.
On a side note, Hawaiian punch is delicious; fruit punch juicy juices are AWESOME, meh on those fruit punch Capri suns tho.
If we could use our punches to speak, how would we punch people? Those we love with MORE or less vigor? Where would we punch ‘em? Hit the ones we hate in the face and those we love on the arm? If things worked that way people would be more honest about who they like and who they don’t. But even so, we’d find a way to confuse people with our strange methods of punching. If we punch somebody in the chest, maybe we’re trying to get their heart to beat faster, a sign for graceful flirting. To punch someone in the arm could be a way for them to change their nerves of pain if something is hurting them elsewhere. Like our aim-speak, where sarcasm doesn’t show up easy, maybe to punch someone I dunno in the ear is insulting their hearing. Or maybe it’s insulting their sense of smell. We’ll stick with words shall we?!
What about if you punch someone to actively strengthen a bond? Like the punch for a hi, you can start a fight like bonding brothers and engage in battle. How is battle bonding you say? Is it knowing the movements of the other, say if the opponent doesn’t speak on the battlefield? Naruto claims a true punch lets him see the future or into sasuke’s heart or something. I’d say there’s truth in this, for I’ve spent many a super smash bros hours talking about nothing but feeling bonded to my opponents/allies.
If everything could be solved with a good punch.

Kayton

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

31 Days of Rants ~ Reptiles

OKAY. So as a means of forcing myself to write more, I’m going to do daily short rants about random subjects. I wrote down thirty words, and I need to create a rant about each one per day. Of those 31, I pick a number at random. The list will NOT be given to you, because THEN you’d try to expect what I’m gonna write about!
Number 24 out of 31 on the list, Reptiles.
Off the top of my head, I used to think reptiles were really cool. Alligators scared me in person, but I still think they’re one of the coolest reptiles you’d know. Komodo dragons for sure have the best name, and regular ole lizards are the ones I’ve had fond and not so fond memories with.
The thing with reptiles, they’re what, cold blooded? When I was younger, I had a problem establishing cold and warm (hot?) blooded. Even now, I just don’t get it; the reptiles are always warm so they need cool for their bodies? Or is it vice versa? Somebody explain that to me. I’m the weird one, always cold and wanting to be warm, ‘spose why I don’t like winter y’know.
Luke has a strange attachment to lizards, we only had one dog as a pet around the time he was born, and he was always trying to get himself a pet lizard. i was a little more timid, because I would try to get them for him and they’d end up trying to eat my finger, freaked me out of course. I can fully say that Luke and I have “helped” many a lizards lose their tails. On the flip side, cute ford is afraid of EVERYTHING, grasshoppers aren’t reptiles, but in the same idea, the big ones at the ranch? He screamed.
You know alligators were supposed to be the death of Steve Irwin right? I really liked that guy. He made me want to go to the zoo more than after he well, retired… I liked seeing what he was wrangling without the fear of something bad happening. Like a reptile-esq super hero. His little daughter and I believe son? I hope they don’t move away too much from loving animals, I know Bindi has a show, but I needs to not be on like, kid animal planet. Isn’t she like 10 already? Hahah.
And that’s it for this first one. Yeah. I picked at random and got something I had no idea what to talk about. Great. Well, from writing this, I jumped several topics, so we’ll see if this continues or my other rants will be straight 1 dimension thoughts into the topic.
See yous
Kayton.