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

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.)