The Dope Artist

ODE to the Beautiful Stranger.....

....When the walls come tumblin' down 

     When the walls come crumblin'

                    crumblin' ...

           -John Cougar Mellencamp

 I never met someone that made me feel like there was no judgements, filters, or "representatives."  Overtime, I have had to become a chameleon due to multiple living environments.  I couldn't be the bubbly outgoing person I am in every environment, so I have become a shy person over the years. However with this person I couldn't mask my true self or what I felt...I do not know if that is because this person is such an amazing person or... *sighs this person is pretty freakin' awesome.  This artist has a way of bringing things out of people.  This Beautiful Stranger (B*S*) is actually the reason you have the opportunity to see a window into my soul.  I have an interesting perception of the world and this person has a peculiar way of thinking about things. Therefore, this made for a eventful encounter..I felt hypnotized by B*S* 's eyes and I opened myself as if I were talking to my best friend.  I told this person things that I would be cautious about telling Jesus.  scary right!? I admire this person's passion....so where will the yellow brick road take us???

TBD

Graduation....Spring 2013

My wonderful floor mate, roommate, turned neighbor, turned resident is finally graduating and leaving me for the Big Apple. This is the friend that encourages me to live a little.... soooo I'm everyone's good girl,  pacifier, comforter, angel,  etc. This requires me to remain level headed and rooted in the things of God. However, I struggle with being "the mother to my friends" and being the twenty years young girl/lady that I am. I have limited responsibility, yet I am an octopus jugging multiple hats.   I am on my way to being the leader of generations to come, I am an assistant to residents, I am a mentor to many, a friend, a daughter, a sister, . My mission is to preserve humanity but sometimes I think I really need to be it's savior. Often I am emotionally wounded by the digital age. I miss the days of leaving the house and meeting strangers who became best friends.  All of our encounters before she became my resident, where coincidental.  For example, the day we met.  There was a huge snow storm that shut down the campus.  We were both going to the elevator at the same time.  Naturally, I am a friendly person, so I spoke to her on the way down.  I found out that we were both on the search for food and we  learned we had lots of things in common.  I met a beautiful stranger that day who turned into one of my best friends.  A friend that I will have forever, she is constantly teaching me things.  I feel like she exposes me to people, places and things I would have never encountered on my own.  As I sit here sipping my ginger tea, (she gave me)  I am forming a bond with spice that is not native to me.  The more we interact the deeper my love grows for my friend.  I learn to be more selfless or to be a little more cautious. The most important lesson she taught was to live a little, let my hair down.