This is one of my favorite poets and she is so young and vibrant but extremely intelligent. The poem is one of my favorites by her but the talk that she has afterwards with the audience is overly inspiring and moving. So if you have the attention span to be inspired, stay and watch. But if you don’t, the poem is fantastic and you should at least stay for the first 3.5 minutes. Hopefully she will inspire you to keep an incomplete conscious.
Btw she is my ultimate crush..but don’t tell her
So this is my first post in a while. It’s been kind of a busy time and a fun break, however something has continued to bother me everywhere I go out to.
Yes, its one of those things you don’t really think about(At least not us, clean people) but I think its a problem that needs to be addressed. Seriously think about the following (Real life situation) scenario:
I am studying in the library and have the sudden urge to empty the tank before my stomach implodes in on itself and the excrement is running down the side of my leg. I rush to stuff my study materials into my backpack and run off to the men’s room. I Throw open the door and rush to the last stall, which should be the cleanest because its the ‘Handicapped’ one. Honestly, how many students do you see around campus that are handicapped?
Like one…..a week. How many can there be right?
Well for some reason the Handicapped stall is somehow always dirty in some way: A piss drip on the seat, a turd in the toilet or toilet paper on the floor or on the seat.
So either there’s a ton of Handicapped persons with real bad hygiene or someone is cheating. I’ll take the latter. I mean really, guys like the space that you get in the ‘Big stall’. I love it. It’s so much more liberating. It feels like you’re in your own room away from the grime that is the public bathroom.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is that COLLEGE STUDENTS HAVE THE WORSE BATHROOM ETIQUETTE.
In college I should expect the public bathrooms to be clean since we’re all educated people of society and we are trying to uphold certain values and make this world a better place through our future service.
These things suck; there’s toilet paper everywhere, toilets aren’t flushed, piss on the seat, and graffiti on the wall. Really dude? How hard is it to not make a mess in the 5-15 minutes that you’re in there? We shouldnt blame the custodians, there should be no reason why a person in their late teens and early 20s be that nasty in a public place and not have the common decency to make sure not to make a mess. Idk how you make such a mess in there sometimes.
We are educated. We are civilized. We are Human beings, conscious of our actions.
Let’s be better about this, guys. Lets flush and let’s have complete consciousness in an Unconscious world.
Every story needs a beginning and ending. Unfortunately for me, this is my late blooming as a blogger. People had tried to get me into it a couple of years ago but the idea didn’t really appeal to me until recently I realized that I would converse with people and my thoughts would be lost as soon as our interaction came to a close. That’s when I noticed that the more we write and document, the more we grow and develop.
However, I was never much of a journal-writing type of a person but I love having captivating and thought-provoking conversations with others. So for me, the best outlet would naturally be social media.
The following posts are going to be full of my ever-distant and travelling thought patterns, written poems, random quotes that inspire me, diverse musical tastes, and controversial conversations that occur between my heart, my mind, and my soul. They include a lot of random thoughts and rants and things that I find on the internet.
I have always had a desire for social involvement and for provoking certain thoughts in individuals to change their perception in hopes that they will pass my message to provoke those same thoughts in others and help in their social education.
I write with the aspiration of eventually creating my own American Dream that steers away from the generic “American Dream” and that is full of knowledge and social involvement. I want more than money and a nice house and a nice salary. I want a life worth living. A life that is fulfilling not because of the paychecks filling my wallet but because of the education that I have received; in a formal setting as well as an informal one.
With all that said, I am a college student, a writer, a music enthusiast, a business man, a black male, a hispanic man, a Californian, and an American. But I am not; I am a brief combustion of all of these things.
I can assure you that my blurbs will be much less elaborate than this one. So I hope that you stick around long enough to read my rants about social issues coupled with rambles about my social life.
Live Life, with an incomplete conscious
Live Life, In complete Consciousness