A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

Hello, My name is Cassandra and I am addicted to my laptop. I am addicted to social media, and I am addicted to texting on my cell phone. Being 25 years old I am very comfortable with admitting my surroundings and how easily I adapt to them. Give me 5 minutes with a new device including a hard drive or a data base and its over. But hey, that is just the way our generation works right? Life revolves around social media, or rather, we revolve around it.

Furthermore, there is a matter that needs to be addressed that has puzzled me from the beginning of the creation of this phenomenon.

Why oh why do men love to give and receive pictures via text/email/skype or any other social media? Not only does the action of taking the pictures seem uncomfortable to me (Yes, I have given in) but what would do you do with such a picture after you receive it? This is an honest question. Please, let me know if I am alone in the bewilderment of what could possibly be done with a picture the size of your palm. The obsession of show me, tell me, send me has even taken down senators and role models (i.e., Brett Favre).

Drunk texting and being flirty is a favorite past time of mine. Admitting I have sent and received a picture does not make me a hypocrite, I just like to play the game and see where it goes. To be honest, I now consider it research. So far, this is what I have learned.

Me Tarzan. You Jane. Tarzan want naked picture. Jane send Tarzan picture. Jane sit and wait for a reaction. Tarzan say, "that nice."

What the hell was the point of it? Where does the very exposing, private picture go? Is it in the secret vault only men know about where there are millions of half naked girls floating around in cyberspace?

Even worse, men sending pictures of their uglies. Come on man, do you really think a close up of that thing is appealing? Receiving a picture of a man who has nothing better to do with his time is not exactly a catch in a woman's opinion. This does not include a confident man who is looking well and decides to take a self portrait. But sending your junk through the mail, SMH! It is honestly a horrifying experience to look down at a cell phone, open a text, see an attachment has been sent, and then BLAM! Penis in the face. WHY???

For the sake of maintaining some public decency people, let us keep it in the bedroom or at least in person from here on out.

Where Is The Love?

Wouldn't it be nice to have the simplicity of these lyrics back in our society? The simple suggestion of holding hands went a long way. There was so much left up to the imagination, which is most of the fun in my opinion, and holding hands was just a gateway.

Now, Kelly Rowland describing getting it in is considered a love song. Don't get me wrong, it definitely gets the point across. "You're almost there, you can do it I believe in you baby." What is she, a cheerleader? Everyone has sex, everyone is a bit perverted, it's inevitable. It is just a shame that we skip right over the romance and flirting stages now to get what we want. I believe it will only make the fun and excitement fade faster. I want music that sounds like this:

I don't care who you are, what race you are, when you hear Al Green and his smooth serenade you get excited. Throw some Marvin Gaye, Otis Redding (without Jay-z & Kanye) and some Diana Ross out there, and you are guaranteed a good time. If the children of the future are deprived of real soul and romance then there is no telling what young woman are going to be subjected to. There is no imagination, only expectation. At least we have artists like Adele, Sade, Norah Jones, John Legend, Eric Clapton still performing and writers like Babyface and Richard Marx still composing. Bring back Luther Vandross, Motown, Bob Marley and the heartfelt "one good thing about music, is when it hits you, you feel no pain," to music, please! Ladies and Gentlemen, this is music:

Who Says?

   (Yes, it's John Mayer. Press Play and Read!)                                                            

Do you ever just sit back and think, "wow, everyone I know is full of shit?" Don't get me wrong, I surround myself with some amazing intellects. However, in the greater scheme of things everyone is just full of shit. Why do we plead and beg our friends and family to give us advice on the world and the endeavors we are about to embark on, when they are in equal or lesser shape than we are? I suppose on some aspect it is therapeutic to banter back and forth with close friends on personal issues that need resolving. For the most part, I am beginning to think I am better off figuring it all out on my own. There is no one else to blame in case of a disastrous outcome, and no one else to congratulate when things fall into place. Me, Myself and I. Give me three beers tonight and I might be singing a different tune, but I have decided at this moment I am alone in the world.

Companionship is nice and greatly appreciated, I get it. It just seems that when we are asking our peers for their opinions, we are going to be unhappy until they tell us exactly what we have already decided. Think about the last friend who cried on your shoulder, or vice versa; tell me you didn't walk away from the conversation feeling unresolved.

I GUESS what I am trying to say is, unless it has to do with the Internet, their are no original thoughts out there. Whatever I am searching for, I will probably find within. A good friend told me to smoke a joint and let the wheels turn. Sometimes, it's needed.

Friends.....go find yourselves.

Kings of Leon or Lil' Wayne? (Title Pre-Cancellation)

This week is a busy week for concerts. I have my Kings Of Leon tickets for Tuesday night already purchased. I have attended their concert once before and needless to say, they have made it into my all time top ten list (live that is). Leaving the KOL show I attended, most people were buzzed, if not hammered. From what I can remember, my friends and I jumped into a limo where there was plenty of vices to choose from, I stuck to booze; I do not like objects or powders in or around my nose. I could sense something had changed. Kings of Leon and their music were infused in our mood and attitudes. We had become the rock stars. Our Limo took us out on the town as we screamed, drank, kissed, and danced. Then we were home, a house filled with friends, who had to decide whether to go back to normal or let the night live on. I saw the morning light as I locked myself in a bedroom, afraid of a friend who decided to bring his gun to the party and wave it around like he just didn't care. The next morning I woke up, dazed and confused. The thought of going back to a simplistic existence was just unsettling, but to each their own. Overall, good times.

Here's my dilemma.

Wednesday night is the Lil' Wayne Concert. ..................................................

HOLD THE PHONE! This just in.

Kings Of Leon cancel U.S. tour because Caleb is drunk. A lot. (The above paragraph was written on July 31st. One day Before KOL cancelled U.S. tour.)
I have re-read my statements. I am disappointed that I had considered returning to my safe, happy, normal existence as "unsettling." I hope Caleb gets help for not being able to control shit thrown in his face. Mad genius or drunk douche?

I will be purchasing Lil' Wayne tickets shortly. Obviously, he has his head on his shoulders! (Please hear my sarcasm).