Why Hearing Is My Most Important Sense
As a music lover, hearing is the most important sense to me. I can’t imagine a life without music. I live and breathe music. If I had to choose between any of my five senses to keep forever and forgo all others, hearing would be my immediate response. I could live without sight, for I was lucky to be born with it and I already know what so many things look like. The sense of touch, while pleasurable in so many ways, still doesn’t top a life without hearing. The sense of taste is another sense that I wouldn’t want to lose, but at the end of the day, tasting food isn’t a priority on my list. Perhaps it would be if I was a chef. Losing my sense of smell would have some disadvantages, but I just can’t say that it’s more special than my hearing.
Every day we listen to so many things and we take a lot of them for granted. Imagine never being able to hear the voice of your children. Imagine never hearing someone telling you that they love you. Imagine never hearing the sound of rain, or the other beautiful sounds of nature. Now imagine never being able to listen to music. I shudder at the thought.
I couldn’t even begin to think of all the songs that I’ve heard through my 30 years on this earth. A lot of music has gotten me through a lot of hard times; Songs that made me jump up and dance, heal my broken heart, and songs that inspired me. If it wasn’t for my sense of hearing, I don’t know if I would even be the same person I am today.
I Love My iPhone 4, BUT…
Let me start off by saying that I’m not an Apple fanatic. While I love some of their products, I’m by no means an Apple-only type of person. I don’t think I could ever devote myself to one company faithfully and not be open to what else is out there. I’ve gone between using PC and Mac over the years, and my first computer was a Commodore 64. (Geek alert!) However, I love the Apple iPhone. I don’t love it more than other phones, but it’s a beautiful piece of technology that I’m lucky enough to be able to afford.
I got my first iPhone, a 16 GB 3G, over a year ago out of necessity. Since I am an AT&T customer, my only options at the time were between a BlackBerry or an iPhone. Since most people I knew had an iPhone, I decided to get one. I was not disappointed at all. It was a huge upgrade from the Samsung BlackJack II I had been using at the time. Even though the phone I purchased was refurbished, I didn’t have any problems with it and over a year later the battery is still going strong.
With the launch of the new iPhone 4, upgrading from a 3G iPhone was a big upgrade for me. I wanted a better camera, some sort of multi-tasking, and a faster phone since I am a heavy user. I also invested money into the apps I owned so getting another iPhone was the best solution for me. I just happened to be one of the lucky few that were able to order their phone the first day through AT&T’s website. I had never ordered anything at launch before and I wasn’t expecting the mass chaos over the iPhone 4 because there are so many other phones out there now, especially with the open source Android OS. I don’t think anyone expected that millions of people would crash 2 websites at launch over a phone, but it happened and here we are.
I received my iPhone 4 via Fedex on June 23rd from AT&T. My excitement over the new phone had been raised by the fact that I was lucky to have been able to get one at all. Then I activated it. I had no signal when I touched my phone. My first thought was that it was an AT&T issue. After realizing that the signal dropped every time I picked it up, I realized something was amiss and did a quick Google search and found that people were reporting the same problems. This was not good.
Hanging Up On Negativity & Being Positive
I wouldn’t call myself an overly positive person. I do believe in positive energy and like the idea of a glass that is half full. I have been on the opposite side of the scale at different points in my life, especially during bouts of depression, and at times I’m also a realist. Having said that, I’m no longer at a crossroads in my life. I have learned that seeing the glass half empty is a waste of energy that can be channeled to a more positive outlook. There are moments when I start to feel down, but I do my best to think logically about the situation and I surely don’t complain to every person who is within earshot or on a social network away about how I feel. I wouldn’t want my negative energy to bring someone else down. It’s not fair to my friends to feel bad or depressed because I am. That’s not cool at all.
Lately, I’ve begun to see a trend. Maybe it’s because I’m enjoying my time seeing the world through rose colored glasses, but being around negative vibes is unavoidable when I allow myself to be subjected to it. No more. I’m hanging up on the people who spend all their time complaining about how terrible their life is and do nothing about it. I’m hanging up on the people who would love nothing but a bullshit flame war because they have so much anger inside that they taunt you into replying to their negative comments to get some sort of reaction. I’m over it, over it… so fucking over it.
I Am Thirty, Going On Twenty
My twenties sucked. Hard. I’m not complaining because whatever happened, happened. (Nod to my fellow Losties out there.) I’m merely bringing this up since I recently turned thirty and entering this new decade of my life, I feel like I have a chance to do a lot of things I should have done or have been meaning to put off, but I finally have the maturity and experience to deal with it and I feel the most confident in myself than I have ever been.
I AM ME
For once I can say that I know who I am as a person. I am okay with my faults because they are a part of me. What you see is what you get. I wear my heart on my sleeve and make no apologies for it. I like writing AND designing, and I don’t feel the need to only do one or the other. I CAN have my cake and eat it, too. It took me a long time to get to this place. My whole life, I’ve always doubted myself. I’m my own worst critic and rather than appreciating what I do, I would compare myself with the people I was surrounded by, the people I looked up to.
Goddamn, I Miss That Girl
Losing a friend is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to experience. When you are born into this world, you have your family, but your friends are the family you choose. I’m not very close to my family and I cherish each and every one of the people who have come into my life and became part of my found family. When you lose anyone, it hurts, but as a part of life you expect the inevitability of witnessing your family die. You believe your friends will be around until you grow old. In my 29 years, I’ve learned the hard way that this isn’t always the case multiple times over, and last week I lost another friend who died before their time.
I met my friend Carol in 1999, when I was dating a mutual friend. She was spunky, outgoing, and had a great sense of humor. Over the years we spent time together as friends and had a lot of fond memories, but not all of them were great. Carol liked to live on the edge, and this included drugs. When Carol was high, she was driving a fast car to nowhere.
