{"id":8243,"date":"2020-02-12T11:30:10","date_gmt":"2020-02-12T17:30:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=8243"},"modified":"2020-02-12T11:30:10","modified_gmt":"2020-02-12T17:30:10","slug":"lately","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/02\/12\/lately\/","title":{"rendered":"&amp; Lately"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>life is a blob<\/strong><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Life is a blob. It is an amalgamation of many different definitions and reasons and questions. And the blob changes continuously for each individual, a metamorphosis without clear stages. The blob will digest you slowly, suffocating you, or the blob will meet your feet like a buoyant trampoline.\u00a0Sometimes we become lost in the blob, and it morphs into something hideous and terrifying; it adopts the same consistency as bubble gum. And sometimes we allow it to become something grotesque; we allow it to swallow us whole, apathy and all.<\/p>\n<p>How can a blob have any beauty?<\/p>\n<p><em>How can a blob &#8220;blobbier&#8221; than a blobfish have any beauty?<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"n3VNCb\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.mos.cms.futurecdn.net\/JNNXPW2vcAY4zqZjNBYpXV-320-80.jpg\" alt=\"Image result for blob fish\" width=\"290\" height=\"163\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I appreciate the blob, even despite its mess. I appreciate all of its colors and textures and emotion. I think that the blob is beautiful (although not as beautiful as a blobfish).<\/p>\n<p>I know that saying this alludes to me loving the blob, but I do not, in fact, love the blob. I do believe, however, that the blog deserves care and respect.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>reasons to respect the blob<\/strong><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>Tacos<\/li>\n<li>Coffee<\/li>\n<li>Dinosaurs<\/li>\n<li>Cats<\/li>\n<li>Dogs<\/li>\n<li>Plants<\/li>\n<li><em>Jurassic Park<\/em><\/li>\n<li>Batman<\/li>\n<li>Sleep<\/li>\n<li>Blue<\/li>\n<li>Orange<\/li>\n<li>Green<\/li>\n<li>Food<\/li>\n<li>Writing<\/li>\n<li>Art<\/li>\n<li>fam <em>(hah)<\/em><\/li>\n<li>Music<em> (&#8230;)<\/em><\/li>\n<li>Reese&#8217;s<\/li>\n<li>Some people<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>random rant<\/strong><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Why do we expect life to be linear? Perfect lines do not exist in nature. I feel that it is important to not fight the currents of effect; I feel that it is important to trust the waters of existence, to allow yourself to be shaped by the waves.<\/p>\n<p>Have a little faith in chance and find comfort in the fact that we can not control where we end up.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>some of my reasons (just&#8230;reasons)<\/strong><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>Coffee\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>Seven in the morning: in front of my window, watching the sky (drained of color); running down flights of stairs or slouching in the elevator; always in a hurry.<\/li>\n<li>Nearing noon: discombobulated but rested; cartoons from the living room; voices; lazy, lazy, lazy; whipped cream and chocolate syrup; never warm because I oversleep. (thank you\u00a0 \ud83d\ude42 )<\/li>\n<li>Ten in the morning: rocking chairs; cold air but warm sun; distant passing vehicles; still; peace.<\/li>\n<li>Whenever o&#8217;clock: coffee house?; fourth block?; lit. classes?; either a half-hearted attempt to stay awake or indulgence taking over.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<li>Oranges peeled on the way to class.<\/li>\n<li>Desk dinos<\/li>\n<li>Gifts\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>Coffee<\/li>\n<li>Words<\/li>\n<li>Compliments<\/li>\n<li>Understanding<\/li>\n<li>Tacos<\/li>\n<li>A dinosaur door sign<\/li>\n<li>Reese&#8217;s<\/li>\n<li>Time<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<li>Music\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>Laughable music videos<\/li>\n<li>An amazing range of sound<\/li>\n<li>LyRicS<\/li>\n<li>s y n t h e s i z e r s<\/li>\n<li>Making fun of your music taste out of shame<\/li>\n<li>Tears for Fears<\/li>\n<li>A broken, despairing flute<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<li>Taco pillows<\/li>\n<li>Tortilla blankets<\/li>\n<li>Depression fries<\/li>\n<li>Dandelions<\/li>\n<li>Eating outside<\/li>\n<li>Cactus coffee cup<\/li>\n<li>Writing stuff<\/li>\n<li>Time<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>oh no&#8230;random spill<\/strong><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Please do not stress; write everything down and take it one step at a time. Eat while studying so that you can convince yourself that you are happy. Open your eyes every once in awhile; do not be afraid. Doubt will never be a stranger, so remember your accomplishments. Take your microwaved tacos down the stairs with you; never throw them away. Try not to ruin the mood of others because of something temporary; you will regret it. Do not say good bye when leaving; say you will see them later. Feel free to take two cupcakes. Feel free to stretch across a bench and stare up into the branches of a tree. Collect all of the dandelions you want, but never throw them away. You have time; you have time; you have time. Live intentionally; do not be afraid of living the life of a dreamer. Take risks with your art, and do not fall prey to barriers. Feel free to dance like a car dealership balloon, and do not forget how momentous the little things in life are. Draw all over your arm and wear that hideous 90&#8217;s shirt and know that courage is not completely without fear.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Wednesday&#8217;s Fun Fact:<\/p>\n<p>February = stress (&amp; guacamole)<\/p>\n<p>also:\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<img decoding=\"async\" class=\"TdG36d was9Lc\" src=\"https:\/\/t1.gstatic.com\/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRdmt-__Bk_5K1SkZP-vbvEBTkG9ZKFuESzVcHM4WII6TCuY3B7\" alt=\"\" \/><\/p>\n<p>(I know&#8230;the truth hurts.)<\/p>\n<p>Peace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>life is a blob Life is a blob. It is an amalgamation of many different definitions and reasons and questions. And the blob changes continuously for each individual, a metamorphosis without clear stages. The blob will digest you slowly, suffocating you, or the blob will meet your feet like a buoyant trampoline.\u00a0Sometimes we become lost &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/02\/12\/lately\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;&amp; Lately&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":44,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8243"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/44"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8243"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8243\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8286,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8243\/revisions\/8286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8243"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8243"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8243"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}