The Tale of a Dreamer

Tonight has been interesting to say the least. Having random people tell me I’m sexy as fuck because I have a beard is new to me. Not used to compliments.

Going to the candle store while you are feeling fresh is both a great idea and a bad one. It smells so amazing but now I never want to leave.

How Dare They?

This morning I overheard someone complaining about the cost of buying books for their child as the child had a Book Fair today and required money. This bothered me immensely; I had to show immense restraint not to tell that person off.

How dare they?

How dare they complain about the gift of learning?

Books are wonderful things. Every book, no matter how mindless it may seem, is a tool of learning. While some parents find their pages to be filled with mindless drivel, comic books, graphic novels, and even picture books, all tell stories. We, as adults, may not find them interesting but that does not mean we should diminish them as a learning experience. They expand vocabulary and build creative minds. They teach morals, the difference between right and wrong/good and evil; they teach us to stand up for what we believe in and fight to make a difference.

How dare they?

While I understand not every parent has post-secondary education, using it as an argument for keeping your own children from learning is despicable. Just because someone does not have a desire to learn at the moment, does not mean that they may not want that opportunity later. We all learn at different paces and no one knows when the craving, the urge, the lust for further knowledge may erupt.

How dare they?

Why chance it? Why avoid that opportunity because it isn’t something you think they will like, before they even get the chance to find out themselves? Why would you keep a child from exploration of their own mind? ‘Oh my child is lazy at home, they just stare at the television and have no interest in books’ they cry, not realizing that they are the problem. Children will not desire things unless they see them; a man knows not of paradise unless it is shown to him.

Reading is not a basic instinct, it is something learned. If you keep a child from books his/her desire to read is non-existent because they are unaware of what power books hold.

I plead to you as a people, never keep a child from books and the quest for further knowledge.

It’s hard to believe TinyTot is 6 already. It seems like only yesterday I was at the hospital moments after you were born reaching down, touching your hand for the first time. Happy Birthday Little Man, just don’t grow up too fast.

It’s hard to believe TinyTot is 6 already. It seems like only yesterday I was at the hospital moments after you were born reaching down, touching your hand for the first time. Happy Birthday Little Man, just don’t grow up too fast.

Check out the cool #ninja I got today.

Check out the cool #ninja I got today.

Look at how insanely blue my eyes are today; and check out the volume on my #beard #nofilter

Look at how insanely blue my eyes are today; and check out the volume on my #beard #nofilter

Couldn’t choose between #pizza or a #cheesesteak so I ordered both.

Couldn’t choose between #pizza or a #cheesesteak so I ordered both.

I apparently ordered this #DoctorWho shirt off of ShirtPunch. It was an excellent surprise that lifted the spirits. Just what I needed after being sick all week.

I apparently ordered this #DoctorWho shirt off of ShirtPunch. It was an excellent surprise that lifted the spirits. Just what I needed after being sick all week.

A mixture of #yoga and playtime?

A mixture of #yoga and playtime?

Began #drawing a monster and it ended up looking like #Yoda with sunglasses. #starwars #doodle

Began #drawing a monster and it ended up looking like #Yoda with sunglasses. #starwars #doodle

My eyes look really blue today. #blueeyes #nofilter

My eyes look really blue today. #blueeyes #nofilter

Finally a good slice of #pizza.

Finally a good slice of #pizza.

2014 is definitely spinning quickly into being ‘my year’. I knew I had good feelings about it from the start and it just seems to keep progressing better and better.

I, like most in their mid-to-late twenties, am going through a bit of an quarter-life crisis. I am on the back side of of my twenties, almost thirty, my body is getting older, everyone I know is either getting married, having kids, or both. My generation is constantly trashed and life just sucks…

So today when the lady at the gas station I go to regularly asked me how ‘break’ was, because local schools recently had spring break and I hadn’t come into the store during that span, I smiled. Someone thought my age was younger than it currently is, which makes me thrilled. I have been feeling down about my age, weight, and everything… Hell due to premature balding (thanks to genetics and stress) people think I am older than I actually am… So something like this makes me really happy.

Some days, I lament the fervent speed at which my mind races. Rarely allowing for a gap in though, I often have great ideas and wonderful bits of prose lost because I have no time to write them down.

It is truly frustrating.