Personal Noise Pollution

There are so many things that create noise pollution but I don’t think they all are bad.

When I say personal noise pollution I’m talking about mentally for people as individuals. Not like city noises that get in the way of your work. I don’t know if there’s an actual name for it though, if there is please let me know.

For me sometimes when too many sounds are going on at once I get information overload. Like when you have multiple people talking to you at once and you can’t focus or comprehend and it makes you mad or feel chaotic. Too much at once…As the Artsy madwoman (a YouTuber I watch) says…too much muchness.

But on the other end of the spectrum, I suffer from depression bouts and silence bothers me. Being alone in a room full of people bothers me. It’s like leaving my mind to its own devices. My mind takes things to the point of overthinking and over exaggeration. So sometimes it’s really nice to have the distraction of someone to talk to, hearing street sounds, or blaring music. It drowns out the negative depressive thoughts.

What is personal noise pollution for you? Is it good or bad? Or both….

She's From Naptown

She was raised between the country and the city. She had the humbleness to sit and listen to cicadas at dusk and the rawness to fight in the streets.

She knew what it took to roll with the dogs and what it took to be a classy young lady

She cooked with all her soul and loved with all her being

She had a unique look about her, and knew she could have any man or woman in one look…mind and body

She had finesse at its finest quality

Hair so black it had a blue sheen

Eyes a mossy emerald green

Skin a tone of olive only found in lands over seas

She’s home grown…but exotic

She’s an enigma

She’s a Raven in disguise

He's From New York

He’s introverted and quiet yet as smart as a mathematician. He grew up on the fire escapes of the concrete jungle. Draws no attention to himself yet he’s scared of nothing but God himself.

He walks fast to the heartbeat of the city and watches others before they can watch him.

He makes no noise when he moves but in dire situations you’d know that he was there.

He shows wisdom even though he is young.

He stands tall and lean…metabolism on point.

Hair curled in spirals with the sides clean and faded.

Jawline so chiseled it could cut you if you weren’t careful. With a beard like his you know he’s only about business.

Bedroom eyes that bleed cocoa brown and drips Amber in the sun.

Skin so tan you’d think he was mixed but his fiery Hispanic culture pumps through his veins not the blood of a black boy

Loves harder then most And willing to risk it all for those worthy of his love

He is like 1970’s nostalgia born again. Bronx born through and through.

They call him many names true, macho, but he is really the second Steven

Family is Family…. Right?

It’s a little heart breaking for me to sit here and talk about family. I have had plenty of family members turn their backs on me wanting to deal with someone else and their problems rather than stick with family.

I’ve recently heard a story from a co-worker of mine that his mother-in-law has recently passed. She’s had a lot invested for the family and everyone knew it. Once she had passed, cousins, aunts, and uncles of the in-laws came from near and far to collect what ever she had in store for them in the will… But not once did anyone ask about the mother or anyone else in the family. There was a select few who showed up to the funeral but not everyone who came to collect went.

This isn’t the first time I’ve heard of things like this happening to family and I’m sure this won’t be the last. I cherish and love all of my family members as a whole and try my best to check in with everyone who show that they care for me. There are those who I care a great deal about, but there are those who I know for sure act just like the in-laws of my co-workers family who are kind of gold diggers. I stay away from those people whether they are family or not.

It’s crazy to think about but even your own blood can treat you like you’re beneath them and be so cold to one another. I couldn’t even begin to imagine losing my mother and my cousins acting like they own my mothers things. I would not be a happy camper and would probably want to fight them.

What do you think? How would you react if it was your mother who passed and people in your family just came around to collect? Any thoughts or emotions running through your mind while reading this story? Leave a comment!

First Blog Post?

I am very new to the blogging seen and knowing what to write for your first post can set a lot of people off. Not knowing what to say or how to say it is a common problem for those just beginning. For this being my first blog post I’d figure I’d write about first blog posts to just get things started.

If you are just beginning on writing posts try not to stress yourself over it. I’m sure it can be a ton of fun. I’m not really into long blogs but that’s okay. I’m sure there are many bloggers out there who also are not. For me starting a great conversation topic is a must. I love talking to those willing to engage in a conversation about things relevant to a post of mine. I used to be a frequent tweeter until my twitter got hacked but I used to post a lot about video games and other topics to engage in with many of my peers.

What ever comes to mind just say it! Audiences will soon follow. Just be…. You!

If anyone has any advice on blogging, please leave a comment! It will help me develop over time as well as others who may view this to be helpful.

Hope to speak with you soon!