Scuse me... Do I know you? I do!? But how do you know?!?

How do we know someone? What does it mean to know someone? What you know about them? How you compliment each other? Time? Because Ive met people and felt I knew them after 5 mins, at the same time, these people don't always turn out to be the best friends. And on the other hand I have friends that I may have known for YEARS and I wouldn't say I KNEW them, maybe just know of them. Some of my best friend had histories that would have made me second guess acquainting with them. So how do I get to know you?

My theory lies within energy. When you first meet someone their energy dictates your comfort level, which dictates how much of a mask you wear. We all have a "surrogate" personality that we use for strangers, business, etc. and how much of the real us we let shine through dictates how much a person gets to know you. The conversation and activities are really just to help get the person comfortable, so that the natural them comes out.

That also means they have to want to know you. I have a bad habit of kinda staying in character until the other party breaks, which usually happens fairly quickly. But what if it doesn't? Ive recently learned that you have to give yourself to receive others. I'm so used to people approaching me that when I'm put into a situation where i need to be assertive in forming that "bond" or getting to "know" someone, that I'm not sure what to do and let it kinda wither away. Keeping myself from things I really want seems to be my plight, at least I'm trying to learn!

I expect the unexpected to be the best-est

This weekend, I saw a deaconess with whistle, a liquor store the size of a grocery store, met a long lost cousin, and had the stupid cipher with the family. We mourned a loss, celebrated our company laughed until we cried, and cried til we cried until laughed. Hong early the ont bad part about this trip is the 12 hrs it took to get here. Not looking forward to the drive back, but Im definitely looking forward to my bedroom.

Life at a funeral?

First let me say the funeral was beautiful. It was a true homecoming celebration, and I enjoyed it. Secondly let me say that I would have never imagined that my cousin could have touched so many peoples lives. Born with heart complications Calvin Aronel Jones had a bit of a learning disability. But that did not hinder him in the slightest. He always chased his dreams, and did what he loved. He never was rude or spiteful our even got mad for that matter. He kept a happy disposition, and a smile on his face. I had no idea how the turn out of his funeral would be, but I can't say I was that shocked.

Aronel loved music and art. He began to do karaoke  and developed a little fan base (lol but really rbi tho). He would always tell me about how I need to come see him, and how much fun he had, and how great the people were. It was hard for me to believe it was that great, not being a big karaoke fan. But today, I had the chance to see these people.  Ok, I feel I'm ranting. My point is this, a lot of his karaoke friends there, and they were really "mourning" (celebrating) with us. They weren't just there because that's what you do when someone pass, they err thee to pay there respects and celebrate a wonderful life. It was amazing to me, how many people actually had something to say. And even more amazing grew many people turned out for the burial. So many people had been touched by him, white, black, old, young. And he had touched their hearts in such a positive way, that these people wanted to share that positivity with us (his family) in a time of need. And that's how ones life is measured, by how many lives you touched. And he really touched like all the people he connected with. So that's a new goal for me, to touch the hearts of as many people I can. That improves the value of life for one's self as we'll as the world.

Well Damn! Nice to meet u 2011

So, 14 days in, and these past 2 weeks have been... a lot. It feels like I'm months into the year and Im ready for a break. I feel the stress, pain, worry, and frustration of like 6 months, and honestly I'm not sure if its just me or the events of the past couple weeks. I'm currently on the way to Delaware for a funeral. And I cant wait for this whole weekend to be over. Mostly because I just want life back to normal, but I have a feeling that there isn't going to be a "normal" anymore. I'm hoping this isn't going to be one of "those" years but nothing has been remotely similar to 2010 for me so far, and I don't think it will be.