“21 with a few years’ experience.” Ask me how old I am; that’s the answer you get. It tells you two things: 1) I’m legal, and 2) my age is my business.
People, relax; age ain’t nothing but a thing--a small thing that allows people-who-are-bored-out-of-their-minds-and-need-to-get-a-life to make judgments and false assumptions. We are more than our age…let’s not forget personality, character, dignity, pride, self-respect, and sense of humor. These are just some of the factors that contribute to us being our own, unique individuals.
There was someone, a few years back, I was putting my game on; he gave me this line: I’m looking to get married, not adopt. It was cute. Insulting; yet, also complementing. He must have been born and raised in the south, or spent years working it. My thing was…he didn’t know me or anything about me; don’t let age be a determining factor. Especially when it comes to me, cause I will blow…your…mind. My babyface is another reason I give my “21 with a few years’ experience” standard. PEOPLE CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH! (I’m really 22…lol). You know I have to add this: He obviously couldn’t handle all that is me.
Age and looks…total BS! Some people look great for their age; some people look not-so-great for their age; some people look unbelievable regardless of their age; and some people look….well, I’m just going to leave that one alone. Even I stop at a certain level of meanness. I know people who are 42 and look 32; I know people who are 42 and look 62 (ok, I only know one who looks 62; the rest look 52); and then there’s me….fabulous at every age!
Stop worrying about your age and don’t even bother worrying about someone else’s; it makes absolutely no sense. Embrace yours, go for yours, and do you! As the quote states, “Be who you are…those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” That came from Dr. Seuss, so why is it that many adults STILL don’t understand, accept, and respect those words? Seriously, the only one who minds AND matters is Y.O.U.
Believe it! Live it! Be it!
EMBRACE.
Yours Truly
- Syieve Locklair
- New York, NY, United States
- I'm your everyday, quintessential, slightly above average [pseudo] celebrity/poet/author/executive and personal assistant /voice actor who's talented, creative, charming, some-what funny individual who is indescribable in words. In short, I'm the person you never thought existed until you know me in your own special way.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Reflection
Dictionary.com defines "reflection" as: an image; representation; counterpart. So, yes, it's more than just a physical image of your looks in a glass/mirror.
An image, representation, and counterpart...all of which are true are largely forgotten about by most of the population when it comes to the people in our lives and how they reflect on who we are as individuals. We all know the company (friends) that we keep are a reflection on our character. In regards to family...since we don't get to choose, we are pretty much stuck with what we get; but some do reserve the right of selectivity.
[as i step onto my soapbox] Will someone please tell me why is it that when we choose our significant others (those we date and marry), the concept of them being a reflection (and really, an extension) of who we are just flies straight out the damn window? People, I really need you to realize this and think passed the physical. Yes, attractive is a requirement, but don't forget about the rest. Inquire and research their medical history, do a credit check, and run a background check...or three. If you don't, you are more than likely to run into some interesting (and often unpleasant) surprises. Granted, your friends may find them highly entertaining, but will then begin questioning you; which will probably be something along the lines of "What the hell are you thinking?"
Two brief situations where thoroughly investigations can come in handy:
1) If you're ever walking down a crowded, public city street and someone screams (yes, loudly; the kind that stops people in their tracks and have them turn towards the source) an inquiry about your ex that worked (and secretly still works?) for some escort/adult-oriented dot com...research comes in handy for this. It prepared you for what to expect...that way you can alert your friends and keep them in the know, so they won't be blown away. Y'all know my nerves can only take so much.
2) Once upon a time, there was this young, stylish, classy young lady who had this boyfriend; we could not figure out why they were together or what she saw in him. What really stumped us was how she was able to handle his foot odor? I'm not talking about a "wash between your toes and put some powder in your shoes odor." I'm talking throat-clenching, make you gag for three days straight, CHRONIC odor! This was open all the windows, take the doors off the hinges, remove the roof, and it's still going to resonate for 30 minutes. There were those who said she was used to it. AIN' NO WAY! He wasn't used to it and they were his feet; his odor. Some have said she was addickted. I'm sorry, but there is none that good; trust me. I know some of you are wondering how I know. Trust me...it was bad. Read between the lines. We couldn't handle it in a public setting, so we couldn't figure out how she could handle it in a private/intimate setting. That was a reflection on her; and not a good reflection.
I'm not trying to judge people; I'm just trying to help people judge the people they let enter their lives. Believe me when I say .... it's all about image; IMAGE IS EVERYTHING! So, take a look in the mirror...look at yourself and everyone in your life.
An image, representation, and counterpart...all of which are true are largely forgotten about by most of the population when it comes to the people in our lives and how they reflect on who we are as individuals. We all know the company (friends) that we keep are a reflection on our character. In regards to family...since we don't get to choose, we are pretty much stuck with what we get; but some do reserve the right of selectivity.
[as i step onto my soapbox] Will someone please tell me why is it that when we choose our significant others (those we date and marry), the concept of them being a reflection (and really, an extension) of who we are just flies straight out the damn window? People, I really need you to realize this and think passed the physical. Yes, attractive is a requirement, but don't forget about the rest. Inquire and research their medical history, do a credit check, and run a background check...or three. If you don't, you are more than likely to run into some interesting (and often unpleasant) surprises. Granted, your friends may find them highly entertaining, but will then begin questioning you; which will probably be something along the lines of "What the hell are you thinking?"
Two brief situations where thoroughly investigations can come in handy:
1) If you're ever walking down a crowded, public city street and someone screams (yes, loudly; the kind that stops people in their tracks and have them turn towards the source) an inquiry about your ex that worked (and secretly still works?) for some escort/adult-oriented dot com...research comes in handy for this. It prepared you for what to expect...that way you can alert your friends and keep them in the know, so they won't be blown away. Y'all know my nerves can only take so much.
2) Once upon a time, there was this young, stylish, classy young lady who had this boyfriend; we could not figure out why they were together or what she saw in him. What really stumped us was how she was able to handle his foot odor? I'm not talking about a "wash between your toes and put some powder in your shoes odor." I'm talking throat-clenching, make you gag for three days straight, CHRONIC odor! This was open all the windows, take the doors off the hinges, remove the roof, and it's still going to resonate for 30 minutes. There were those who said she was used to it. AIN' NO WAY! He wasn't used to it and they were his feet; his odor. Some have said she was addickted. I'm sorry, but there is none that good; trust me. I know some of you are wondering how I know. Trust me...it was bad. Read between the lines. We couldn't handle it in a public setting, so we couldn't figure out how she could handle it in a private/intimate setting. That was a reflection on her; and not a good reflection.
I'm not trying to judge people; I'm just trying to help people judge the people they let enter their lives. Believe me when I say .... it's all about image; IMAGE IS EVERYTHING! So, take a look in the mirror...look at yourself and everyone in your life.
It's Official...
I'm a Carrie! People have been saying and hinting at it for a while, but I took the Facebook quiz, and well...the results speak for them self:
If I were on Sex And The City, I'd Be Carrie Bradshaw.
It went on to say: You love the idea of love and always search for it but aren't really sure it exists. You're smart, funny and free-spirited. Above all, you have style.
Now, tell me, who am I to disagree with that raving description; especially that last part? As far as love goes; I'm sure it exists...for others. Not quite sure it exists for me. Like Carrie, I've fallen in and out of love (and hence on my face) with the same person so many times it's sad and frightening. I'm seriously considering having a reconstructive heart surgeon and plastic surgeon on call at all times. Now that I'm stepping to a new beat and headed in a better direction, I may want a new look to go with my new attitude.
The writing still continues...
The friends. I have the clique; just have to get them SATC identities. Charlotte has been "officially" identified (again, according to the Facebook application). Now, I need to get the other two friends to take the quiz; one of them is definitely Miranda; the other...well, is more Samantha, but can definitely hold down both Samantha and Miranda. Hmmm...a Sex And The City dual? We shall see!
Until then...Cosmopolitan Wishes!
If I were on Sex And The City, I'd Be Carrie Bradshaw.
It went on to say: You love the idea of love and always search for it but aren't really sure it exists. You're smart, funny and free-spirited. Above all, you have style.
Now, tell me, who am I to disagree with that raving description; especially that last part? As far as love goes; I'm sure it exists...for others. Not quite sure it exists for me. Like Carrie, I've fallen in and out of love (and hence on my face) with the same person so many times it's sad and frightening. I'm seriously considering having a reconstructive heart surgeon and plastic surgeon on call at all times. Now that I'm stepping to a new beat and headed in a better direction, I may want a new look to go with my new attitude.
The writing still continues...
The friends. I have the clique; just have to get them SATC identities. Charlotte has been "officially" identified (again, according to the Facebook application). Now, I need to get the other two friends to take the quiz; one of them is definitely Miranda; the other...well, is more Samantha, but can definitely hold down both Samantha and Miranda. Hmmm...a Sex And The City dual? We shall see!
Until then...Cosmopolitan Wishes!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Confession of a Faller
There's a song that, essentially, states...
in a world where dreams are few...love can sometimes wear you out...chill your soul...make you doubt...that you'll never find the one that's true*
Taken a bit further...love can also make you scream, make you shout, and have you jumping around and shaking all about. That's the bottom; it ain't cute. I've been there...now I'm working my way back to the top.
I confess...I'm a fool for love; cause I keep falling. The higher I have to physically look up, well...you get the picture. But I'm reformed, now; I think.
I know we can fall in various areas of our life. I live everyday trying to keep from falling, but I admit that I have stumbled a few times and on a few occasions I have actually fallen in love. Exactly, two times too many. Foolishly and inexplicably, I have spent most of the past year and a half of my life loving someone whom it seemed stopped caring (notice I said caring; that's because he never made it to loving) me around Week 2. Ask me how I could love him all this time knowing how he felt and how he currently feels about me, and I can give you many different answers...all of which would probably only make sense to me.
There were many moments where I consciously knew it was time for me to let go, let flow, and do me; yet, I stayed around foolishly hoping and wanting for something that would never come to fruition. Well, I finally hit rock bottom. It came in the form of an electronic slap (aka...email) that informed me that he had allowed his ex (the same ex he was in love with while he was dating me; the same ex a few months ago it was paining him to be in love with; the same ex....well, I could go on for a while....) to move in with him, again. That was yesterday.
This is today; I'm a fool no more! My journey to a higher elevation has begun. I've set my boundaries and picked up my pieces; I'm moving on.
Leaving the baggage and emotions behind No more wasting my time On something that will never be mine Got a good momentum goin', and I'm not gon' stop Taking me from rock bottom all the way to the top
I'm not sure if it's gravity, but I already feel lighter; like a burden has been lifted or the hag has been thrown off my back. Maybe it's the new air that's lifting my wings. Either way, I'll fly like an angel and aspire to be like Maya...
"I rise. I rise. I rise."
in a world where dreams are few...love can sometimes wear you out...chill your soul...make you doubt...that you'll never find the one that's true*
Taken a bit further...love can also make you scream, make you shout, and have you jumping around and shaking all about. That's the bottom; it ain't cute. I've been there...now I'm working my way back to the top.
I confess...I'm a fool for love; cause I keep falling. The higher I have to physically look up, well...you get the picture. But I'm reformed, now; I think.
I know we can fall in various areas of our life. I live everyday trying to keep from falling, but I admit that I have stumbled a few times and on a few occasions I have actually fallen in love. Exactly, two times too many. Foolishly and inexplicably, I have spent most of the past year and a half of my life loving someone whom it seemed stopped caring (notice I said caring; that's because he never made it to loving) me around Week 2. Ask me how I could love him all this time knowing how he felt and how he currently feels about me, and I can give you many different answers...all of which would probably only make sense to me.
There were many moments where I consciously knew it was time for me to let go, let flow, and do me; yet, I stayed around foolishly hoping and wanting for something that would never come to fruition. Well, I finally hit rock bottom. It came in the form of an electronic slap (aka...email) that informed me that he had allowed his ex (the same ex he was in love with while he was dating me; the same ex a few months ago it was paining him to be in love with; the same ex....well, I could go on for a while....) to move in with him, again. That was yesterday.
This is today; I'm a fool no more! My journey to a higher elevation has begun. I've set my boundaries and picked up my pieces; I'm moving on.
Leaving the baggage and emotions behind No more wasting my time On something that will never be mine Got a good momentum goin', and I'm not gon' stop Taking me from rock bottom all the way to the top
I'm not sure if it's gravity, but I already feel lighter; like a burden has been lifted or the hag has been thrown off my back. Maybe it's the new air that's lifting my wings. Either way, I'll fly like an angel and aspire to be like Maya...
"I rise. I rise. I rise."
Y'ALL BETTER WATCH OUT, NOW!
*Not the exact lyrics, but the song is "I Belong To You." Words and music by Derek Bramble and Franne Golde. From the Whitney Houston album, I'm Your Baby Tonight.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Touched...And Not By An Angel: Reasons Why I'm Single
"Touched...and not by an angel" is a little, special saying I like to use to describe people I come across in my life who are one, more, or all of the following: special, dropped as a child, 10 eggs short of a dozen, crazy as hell, done lost their damn mind, or "I don't know what it is, but something just ain't right." There was a time in my life where I ran across a few of these people on a daily basis. I don't encounter them as frequently, anymore...and that could be a good thing.
The bad part; when I run across them now, it tends to be in personal (i.e., dating) situations. To the naysayers, I'm not male-bashing because: 1) I'm male and 2) the things I am about to say are the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth---with my own special flair. You may remember most or all of these, but here's a recap and entertaining reasons why one would subscribe to their 'issues':
*Mr. Take My Advice. Age 30-something (now, who the hell cares?). Reason to subscribe: Big on giving unsolicited (and thus unappreciated) advice, even to people he barely knew and for situations he wasn't well informed about. Funny thing is, he couldn't seem to guide is own life. His words, "My advice doesn't work for myself, only for others." My advice to him: COME OUT OF THE CLOSET. I hate to say this about my gay brethren, but he was rather obvious. I mean, honey-chile was a spark short of being a blaze. On FI-YAH!
*The Playwright. Age 49 (now, 52). Reason to subscribe: He was a waiter for a catering company but considered himself a playwright because he wrote a skit (and yes, I did say SKIT and not PLAY) for his family when he was.....12. Also, I don't mind people being into the 'natural body odor' thing, but I still need you to bathe on a daily basis. It's just uncouth; like fake hair...it ain't natural.
*Mr. Too Damn Grown for That. Age 29 (now 32). Reason to subscribe: Freaks out in groups of 3 (including himself) or more, at times above and beyond annoying, and poor social skills. On the flip-side, he's warm, caring, and friendly--if you can get passed the M&M candy-coated shell he's put up around himself. Nevertheless, if you're 6'5"and over 200lbs, I'm going to need you to not act like a 2 year old when we go out in public...especially if I happen to take you to the Louis Vuitton (love me some LV) store with me. I don't do embarrassing moments! Respect that. Remember that. And don't forget that.
*Monsieur Poland Springs. Age 35. Reason to subscribe: NONE. Skip this publication. Who complains about bottled water? More specifically, the individual bottles of water versus the gallon size; yet despises the in-home water coolers. Crazy as hell!
*Mr. Racial Fetishist. Age, I have no idea...30s, 40s? Never dated this freak, just someone life through in my path. See the January 2009 post "A New Kink?" for the full story.
*The Lads of the "I Love You But I'm Not In-Love With You" Society. Age, various. Reasons to subscribe: Puns and other plays on words, good to laugh with and laugh at. Apparently, this is the one-line in every guy's repertoire; yet, many don't seem to know the meaning of the words: exclusive, honest, loyal, committed, agreement. Sadly, words they tend to use on a frequent basis. Warning: they appear to be decent guys (and have great, appealing tendencies and qualities) and are generally fun to be around. Friendships are better than relationships with these "members-only" jacket wearing brethren.
*Just Plain Crazy. Age, 39 (now, early 40s). Reason to subscribe: Never a dull moment. It was always surprising to see whom I would be going out with: Mr. I'm Always Right Yet Always Wrong, the one who apparently did the voice-over for Alvin & The Chipmunks, or the Interior Decorator of all NYC spaces. Had a recent encounter with this Bag-o-Fun; I think there's now a new personality...Mr. Calm and Tranquil (on the outside), but probably better suited as My Shrink Wrote Me A Prescription. Valium, anyone?
*Mr. Dessert For Dinner. Age 47 (now, not sure. He's been 47 for a few years). Reason to subscribe: He has lost his damn mind. He thought I was about to give him my freshly-baked cookies cause he bought me dinner from Chipotle and ice cream from Ben & Jerry's; totaling about $14. Absof***inglutely not!!! He obviously had me twisted and confused with someone else.
As you can tell, I've been around the Crazy As Hell Funny Farm; and this isn't all...just the most entertaining. Ironically, one of the above was joking with me and said a similar "Touched..." phrase. It's mean, yet wickedly funny. He said if it wasn't an angel who touched them, perhaps it was an uncle. CRUEL; but I like it. Sadly, he may have been revealing something about himself. I was passed the point of caring about him, so....I left.
The bad part; when I run across them now, it tends to be in personal (i.e., dating) situations. To the naysayers, I'm not male-bashing because: 1) I'm male and 2) the things I am about to say are the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth---with my own special flair. You may remember most or all of these, but here's a recap and entertaining reasons why one would subscribe to their 'issues':
*Mr. Take My Advice. Age 30-something (now, who the hell cares?). Reason to subscribe: Big on giving unsolicited (and thus unappreciated) advice, even to people he barely knew and for situations he wasn't well informed about. Funny thing is, he couldn't seem to guide is own life. His words, "My advice doesn't work for myself, only for others." My advice to him: COME OUT OF THE CLOSET. I hate to say this about my gay brethren, but he was rather obvious. I mean, honey-chile was a spark short of being a blaze. On FI-YAH!
*The Playwright. Age 49 (now, 52). Reason to subscribe: He was a waiter for a catering company but considered himself a playwright because he wrote a skit (and yes, I did say SKIT and not PLAY) for his family when he was.....12. Also, I don't mind people being into the 'natural body odor' thing, but I still need you to bathe on a daily basis. It's just uncouth; like fake hair...it ain't natural.
*Mr. Too Damn Grown for That. Age 29 (now 32). Reason to subscribe: Freaks out in groups of 3 (including himself) or more, at times above and beyond annoying, and poor social skills. On the flip-side, he's warm, caring, and friendly--if you can get passed the M&M candy-coated shell he's put up around himself. Nevertheless, if you're 6'5"and over 200lbs, I'm going to need you to not act like a 2 year old when we go out in public...especially if I happen to take you to the Louis Vuitton (love me some LV) store with me. I don't do embarrassing moments! Respect that. Remember that. And don't forget that.
*Monsieur Poland Springs. Age 35. Reason to subscribe: NONE. Skip this publication. Who complains about bottled water? More specifically, the individual bottles of water versus the gallon size; yet despises the in-home water coolers. Crazy as hell!
*Mr. Racial Fetishist. Age, I have no idea...30s, 40s? Never dated this freak, just someone life through in my path. See the January 2009 post "A New Kink?" for the full story.
*The Lads of the "I Love You But I'm Not In-Love With You" Society. Age, various. Reasons to subscribe: Puns and other plays on words, good to laugh with and laugh at. Apparently, this is the one-line in every guy's repertoire; yet, many don't seem to know the meaning of the words: exclusive, honest, loyal, committed, agreement. Sadly, words they tend to use on a frequent basis. Warning: they appear to be decent guys (and have great, appealing tendencies and qualities) and are generally fun to be around. Friendships are better than relationships with these "members-only" jacket wearing brethren.
*Just Plain Crazy. Age, 39 (now, early 40s). Reason to subscribe: Never a dull moment. It was always surprising to see whom I would be going out with: Mr. I'm Always Right Yet Always Wrong, the one who apparently did the voice-over for Alvin & The Chipmunks, or the Interior Decorator of all NYC spaces. Had a recent encounter with this Bag-o-Fun; I think there's now a new personality...Mr. Calm and Tranquil (on the outside), but probably better suited as My Shrink Wrote Me A Prescription. Valium, anyone?
*Mr. Dessert For Dinner. Age 47 (now, not sure. He's been 47 for a few years). Reason to subscribe: He has lost his damn mind. He thought I was about to give him my freshly-baked cookies cause he bought me dinner from Chipotle and ice cream from Ben & Jerry's; totaling about $14. Absof***inglutely not!!! He obviously had me twisted and confused with someone else.
As you can tell, I've been around the Crazy As Hell Funny Farm; and this isn't all...just the most entertaining. Ironically, one of the above was joking with me and said a similar "Touched..." phrase. It's mean, yet wickedly funny. He said if it wasn't an angel who touched them, perhaps it was an uncle. CRUEL; but I like it. Sadly, he may have been revealing something about himself. I was passed the point of caring about him, so....I left.
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