This Tale is True and Mine...

This tale is true and mine.
It tells the pain, suffering, sorrow and grief
Brought on by the sensitivity and tenderness
Of one's heart. The misery brought on
By the broken dreams and aspirations of
Taking a chance. Chances that don't come too often.
The confusions of miscommunication
And the illusions of happiness and contentment.
But life is full of misapprehensions, misinterpretations,
Misconceptions, mistakes and misfortune. You learn
To live with the faults and errors of your own life,
As well as, the those of others. But while caught up
In your own stubbornness and arrogance
you get entangled in a web of anguish and
Distress. With no where else to go or turn,
Backed into a corner open to the attacks
At your emotions and still searching for the
Affection to heal your wound as this heartrending joyride
Takes off and leaves you with the feeling of torment
And anxiety of not knowing what to expect, but
The fear from having experienced this hurt as
You have become the manipulator of my moods.

My Comedy-Tragedy

My smile masks the anguish in my soul.
My laughter hides the ferocity that is screaming and raging inside the chambers of my heart.
My care, my joy, my life is a lie created to conceal the bitterness I begrudgingly hold fast to.
Deep within the walls of my body lays a girl.
A scared little girl filled with hurt, anger and fear suppressed within the confines of me and hidden from the world outside.
My heart cries for help.
Look into my eyes, the entrance of my soul, and then will you know my desolation and then will you know me.

More than S-E-X

Not to generalize, but in my opinion, for most men (and some women), sex is a goal, something they are after and pursue simply for the short physical pleasure. However, for me, sex is a special kind of love felt for a special person and shared between two people who have a connection beyond a physical attraction and sheer physical stimulation. If a man can stimulate my mind, intrigue me and take me to a much deeper place mentally, I can only wonder the things that will happen when we connect physically. Once the mental and emotional connection is made, the physical aspect is that much better, as our bodies unite to become one. Sex doesn’t always have to be lustful and dirty, but is a rather beautiful act that symbolizes the harmony of two people, two bodies, two souls.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy sex just as much as the next person, but I can’t engage in random or casual sex without feeling bad about myself afterwards, which is why I can go months, even years, without having sex. I'm proud to say that those I've engage in sex with have been those I've had strong feelings for.
Until the right man comes along who can capture my interest and stimulate my mind, body and soul and proclaim his love for me before God and our families, I’m just going to abstain.

Here it goes! Welcome to the world of blogging.

This is my attempt at delving into the world of blogging, though I have a slight disdain for bloggers, but that's a whole other blog in itself, I digress.
Anyhow, I’m a news writer, news reporter, journalist or whatever you prefer to call me. I began writing as a way to express my emotions and slowly felt disseminating the news to those who may be helped through my work was my calling. However, after working in the news business for two years, my passion for writing is slowly fading away. I’ve realized that though I may have grown in some regards, I have not grown as a writer or a thinker, once again, I digress. However, I feel my writing truly flourishes when the subject matter is my own perspective and opinion, which is where the title of this blog derived from - Life According to Me.
This is a blog about the things I observe, the things I think and the people I may encounter. I’m apologize in advance, but I probably won’t have anything profound or thought provoking to write about, but my opinion carries just as much weight as the next person, so here it goes. Enjoy!

Slave to Technology

I have become a slave to technology, namely my iPhone Pablo. My friends and I have always joked that we consider our iPhones an extension of ourselves, but that wasn’t actually realized until today. I usually carry an extra iPhone charger to work and in my car, but neither appeared to be working today, so while I was listening to Jason Derulo on my phone, it abruptly shuts off.

Now at that point I remained calm, but when I started my car up and hooked my phone to the charger, I didn’t hear the chime that indicates my phone was charging. Instead, I see a blank screen - my phone was still dead. I started to panic. What would I do without my iPhone? I felt incapacitated. Helpless. Useless. Disconnected from the rest of the world. For the two hours I was without my iPhone, my world came to a screeching halt.
I sat under the dryer at the salon wondering what was going on with the rest of the world, since I might as well have been stranded on a deserted island all by myself. I sent text messages to my friends hoping that would put me at ease, but it wasn’t the same. My iPhone is my life. I often wonder how I lived prior to having Pablo. How was life possible? Outside of hauling around a laptop with Internet capabilities, I can do just about anything on my iPhone: check my bank balance, listen to music and log my runs, check my e-mail, update my Twitter or Facebook, play a game, surf the web, chat with friends, look up the meaning of a word, stay on top of my diet and the list goes on and on. Having realized this, it’s a scary thought that the weight of my world is entrusted to a 4.8 oz piece of equipment.
As I started to consider other areas of my life where I have become reliant on technology, and I realize more than 75 percent of my time I am using some sort of technology. The spell check on my computer made me forget how to spell simple words, like spell experience or presumptuous correctly. Caller ID allows me to screen my calls or texts, so if I didn’t want to talk to someone, I can simply ignore it. The computer and Internet makes it unnecessary for me to pick up a book or a newspaper. There hasn’t been a need to really remember anything because I can always Google it - I Google everything - or visit Wikipedia, even though it‘s not the best or most reliable source. As technological advances continue to be made, my dependence will only get worse, but until then…admitting I have a problem is the first step.